Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Covid20, artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 24.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Covid20 |
| In the spot baggin' up them 'bows, finna shoot 'em out |
| Unc' got some big-ass veins, I watched him shoot an ounce |
| You short on the payment, have my niggas come move your house |
| Opps keep tryna avoid the beef, made 'em move south |
| Told Joey this shit on the floor and I’m ready for it |
| Rio got some shit on his wrist, he paid a Chevy for it |
| I just made a seven thousand play right on Livernois |
| Girly keep askin' what I claim, bitch, it’s Ghetto Boyz |
| Still RMC 'til I die, ain’t no question 'bout it |
| Water whip the dope with some shit, it made eleven thousand |
| Yeah, Ri my brother, we just grew up in separate houses |
| Blank out off them Percs and start shootin', need better counseling |
| Me and Mike in this bitch talkin' dumb and dumber |
| Chasin' Hi-Tech with Wockhardt, I’m gettin' numb and number |
| I be sellin' half of bricks for thirty-six to my country bumpkin |
| If I drop another chain off hittin' puppy, them hunkies comin' |
| You be talkin' 'bout a bunch of bullshit that don’t matter |
| Let a bitch call her brother on me, I’ma blow at him |
| Left pocket full of wrinkled money, came from dope addicts |
| Used to walk around with ten thousand, that shit got so tragic |
| Let me get an M, I’m comin' home with it, brodie, don’t worry |
| Scared to piss in that cup right now, I know I’m so dirty |
| Mike ain’t tryna bust a pill down, he want the whole thirty |
| Used to wanna kill for six or seven racks, now I can blow thirty |
| Nike joggers off the Yeezy runners, chase you down with quickness |
| Runnin' through the load, asked the plug to send another biscuit |
| Told my bitch I wanna fuck her friend, she so open with it |
| I’ll do whatever this shit take to promote the Mitten |
| Brick came up short, but I know how, I put lotion in it |
| Damn, Mike, how you steal my girl? |
| I just stroke her different |
| She said you a no pape'-havin', controllin' nigga |
| I hit the bitch with everything I had, I put shoulders in it |
| Stayed down loadin' up, I timed my rise to the top |
| I was in the alleyway cuttin' pies out the box |
| Auntie fucked my head up, I seen her nod off the rocks |
| I need a roadrunner to come stuff this dime in her twat |
| Ayy, go grab a paper towel, unc', your nose runnin' |
| I got some 'bows comin', all you probably got is hoes comin' |
| When the world open, I’m droppin' two more Rollies off 4Sho money |
| Stop talkin' crazy 'bout that fifty racks, that ain’t no money |
| You still wearin' Nautica? |
| Bro, you so dirty |
| My stomach hurt right now, I quit drinkin' lean cold turkey |
| We ain’t had shit, rappin' at E house, we had a long journey |
| Niggas still flashin' lil' money, that shit so corny |
| We in this bitch fuckin' with Joe, the 4 upside down |
| Drop a five in a six-ounce pop, then turn it upside down |
| Any nigga take a shot at me and miss, he must go now |
| I got a small gun on my hip’ll make a bus slow down |
| Yeah, nigga, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga |
| What up, Joe? |
| What up, Mike? |
| Nigga |
| Know what the fuck goin' on |
| Damn, that bitch stopped? |