Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Off The Chain, artist - Rio Da Yung OG.
Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Off The Chain |
Oooh Sav killed it |
Lemme get my chains right |
Ghetto boy shit nigga |
Hey |
Fuck rap |
Sike matter of fact bitch I love rap |
This shit changed my life |
I been shittin' on niggas so much you gotta change me twice |
$ 300 for a line of morton grove this can’t be life |
is consent, I don’t let the bitch rape me twice |
He got featured and I dropped it on my page so he paid me twice |
My shooter crazy, for the right price he’ll take a baby life |
Lemme buy the whole pint right now you want $ 285? |
I was a kid selling grams so that means I live a crispy life |
I travel anywhere for the drink, you in Ypsi right? |
I heard I shot 50 times |
Got some bows for the low low they only $ 55 |
Man ya’ll rap niggas comical |
When it come to beef I get diabolical |
Aye that pint of blood right there is mine, biological |
You got your ears and they scared to drive I hire you |
If you don’t put that bitch in cruise I’ma fire you |
I’m the nigga who be payin' for the hits I’ll fire two |
I don’t trick, but damn you kinda thick you like diamonds boo? |
My bitch think she gettin' off but I’m a liar too |
Don’t know my status with my hoe, right now it’s complicated |
Plus I nutted in this other bitch while she was ovualtin' |
I got some for 18 but they kinda shaky |
Promoters get the fuck out my DM if you ain’t tryna pay me |
Like, aye, get the fuck on |
He think he tough tone cuz he got a pair of buffs on |
Caught him walkin' out of golden sun, now his buffs gone |
Pop a shooter in his forehead, now yo muscle gone |
Pfft, like, he ain’t tough no more |
After niggas get popped up they ain’t rough no more |
I mix some GG4 in this bow, it ain’t runts no more |
I hit that nigga dope so much it won’t take a gram of cut no more |
When I get behind that mic, bitch I’m unhuman |
In the old school with old hundreds but my gun newer |
It’s 200 of these bitches watch me stunt through 'em |
I got a 20 pack of watch me run through it |
He don’t really call shots, he a punt faker |
Tell your bitch don’t pull up actin' tough we a jump |
How you a killer nigga back in church you was a drum player |
Call I got $ 175 I need that one taper |
Ya you know 90 degrees, 180 vert, you know what I’m talkin' 'bout |
You know what I’m saying 200 |
Y’all can’t fuck with me |
Ghetto boy shit nigga |