Lyrics Off The Chain - Rio Da Yung OG

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