Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shit Talkin’, artist - Rio Da Yung OG.
Date of issue: 08.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shit Talkin’ |
Bust a zip down to rocks, I’m tryna see extras |
Pour that shit in one pop, I don’t even measure |
Get a pen and pad out I’m giving out lectures |
Buy a fifty pack and don’t even stretch it |
We finna head down south and pass out testers |
Matter fact, leave it raw, hit it as you sell it |
It’s best to use a compressor cause it’ll lock separate |
Bitch, this a yaachtmaster |
He had his strap I had my strap but I shot faster |
We both poured drank but my pop blacker |
Hit it with the cold water, watch it lock faster |
Bro had me selling dope, almost stopped rapping |
You selling bricks in yo songs nigga stop capping |
I asked about you and, it did not happen |
I made 10 off doing features almost stopped trapping |
Hoe this a Rolex |
Me and my fiend was in rehab we need to go back |
He having withdrawals off dog I’m having cold sweats |
If you had an oldie in the hood my daddy stole that |
I just relapsed, C poured up old Tech |
Took a pound from a nigga he want his bow back |
Hit the dog and dropped the prices on it, that’s a roll back |
I finna press a brick, I need a floor jack |
Fuck swiping I’m OT where they smoke dope at |
I sold a nigga a fake brick now I can’t go back |
300 grams of dog I hit it twice now it’s a whole slab |
I finna take this bitch on Daisy Lane where Los at |
Damn near died, hitting dog with fentanyl with no mask |
A nigga just walked out of JC with a bow bag |
Finna smoke the whole thing, nigga no cap |
Bro got on 4 chains so we riding around with 4 straps |