Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song S.O.T.B., artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 09.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
S.O.T.B. |
| Shit |
| Bitch |
| Yeah |
| Alright |
| Bitch, I was born a savage, no Macho Man |
| Told brodie this shit on the floor like I dropped a band |
| Nigga said he poured a three up, then why your pop so thin? |
| Mama said get money and go home, you ain’t got no friends |
| Shit, I’m like, «You damn right» |
| Turned into a fiend, we droppin' fours in a canned Sprite |
| Hit her from the back off a Perc', she like, «Damn, Mike» |
| Her nigga broke and can’t make no cheese, he a ham, right? |
| I just did one-twenty in a Scat' down Van Dyke |
| The pussy wack, I give the bitch back like, «What your friend like?» |
| Goldie drunk my last deuce of Wock', we had a hand fight |
| Stuffed a lot of blues in her coochie, it was jammed tight |
| Me and Ri' made some dog shit while he fight the feds |
| We are not into shootin' up cribs, we take lives instead |
| At this point, shit, I’ll pay whatever for a pint of red |
| Movin' on to big and better things, the old Mike is dead |
| Sixty racks hangin' off my neck 'cause I grind for it |
| Your bitch cheated with me 'cause you ain’t never got no time for her |
| Twelve hundred for them new Dior sneaks, I paid nine for 'em |
| New Diamondback FN, that bitch sound like a lawnmower |
| Ten milli' got two beams on 'em, I switch 'em back and forth |
| Lil' man pulled up to do a tat, I told him black the Porsche |
| Mama asked me what’s up in my cup, it’s Act', of course |
| Don’t ask me if I got a gun on me, I’m strapped, of course |
| Militant-minded like my pops and we’ll go to war |
| Flint Town got a name now 'cause we opened doors |
| Thirty-seven hundred for this jacket, it came velour |
| Steppin' on these niggas hard as fuck, we had to change the floor |
| We just dropped another opp, they had to change the score |
| Bitch legs shakin' hard like she never came before |
| I like that shit better than the verse, bro, change the chorus |
| Left my white bitch and got rich, that’s a paid divorce |
| Strapped up in my Gucci slides with the fur in 'em |
| I put Forgiatos on the truck just to swerve in 'em |
| Hit him seven times with a K, broke a nerve in him |
| Military-issued bullets came with a curve in 'em |
| Ghetto Boy nigga, that’s the clique and I’ma hold it down |
| I hate a nigga actin' like he rich when it’s hoes around |
| Threw a hundred on her lap, she looked back with the Joker smile |
| Brodie, I just dropped another opp, okay, over, out |
| Grown bitch wanna fuck me bad, she seen the AP |
| Silenced FN soundproof like some Dre Beats |
| I’m finna shoot a bad motherfucker, call HD |
| My security’ll whack a nigga quick, shout out KB |
| D water, bust an Addy down, I’m finna take with you |
| Ten milli' hit a nigga in his head, erasin' tissues |
| Nigga tried to run off with a bag, he raced the pistol |
| Pauly goin' back overseas 'cause he makin' missiles |
| Fuck a bitch once and don’t cuff, I am not a cop |
| Niggas steady tryna buy my PLR 'cause it’s out of stock |
| I’m the big man in the paint, knock him out the box |
| They like, «Mike, why you ain’t got no kids?» |
| 'Cause I condom shop |
| Fuck it, if I meet the right one, I might make me one |
| Barry pulled up with Perc-30s, had to take me one |
| I know I’m legal, but I just popped a nigga with my aunty gun |
| Handsome nigga, but I make an ugly face when she make me cum |
| Shit |
| Yeah, I’m on that, bitch |
| RMC, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga |
| Free Rio |
| Nigga, free Benji |
| Nigga, matter fact, free the whole fuckin' ghetto, nigga, it’s on |