Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Made This , by - Rio Da Yung OG. Release date: 01.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who Made This |
| Who made this? |
| This bitch hard as hell |
| Alright |
| Let me see that thirty right there |
| Ooh, I finally got the itch I’m lookin' for |
| Move, bitch, don’t get too close, four-nickel blow |
| Real drankhead, dropped a deuce of Wock' and had to lick the floor |
| E, where the drank? |
| He talkin' 'bout he don’t bust scripts no more |
| E, where the fuck is the drank at? |
| Forty-eight hundred for a pint, I can pay that |
| Nowadays, niggas cuttin' lean, let me weigh that |
| They ask me why I’m always in Flint, that’s where I stay at |
| Crowd of niggas tried to jump on me, where my K at? |
| Yeah, it’s with a K, dumbass |
| He thought he bought a twelve, but it’s just an eight, dumbass |
| The opps should’ve been some running backs 'cause they run fast |
| In a 750 Bimmer, red seats with the run-flats |
| Make the shotty feel automatic 'cause I pump fast |
| Honestly, I need the Percocets 'cause I fuck fast |
| You’d probably cut some green with your bum ass |
| I’ll probably hit the scene with a hun' cash |
| I just counted seventy racks up with my son cash |
| Bitch, back up, you can’t get no dick with your drunk ass |
| Make a nigga turn into flash when the gun flash |
| Retarded-ass boy, you was probably in that one class |
| This a 550 Benz, that’s a 4Matic |
| Fiend only had twelve dollars, I threw the dope at him |
| I probably got some Wockhardt, you see me at |
| Ugly nigga, hundred K in jewelry on and my fro nappy |
| See? |
| I can say the same shit and switch it up |
| Caught him at the mall, up the stick, he start bitchin' up |
| Skub was sleep, then we bumped into some opps, he start gettin' up |
| So much Wock', it taste like I just poured a pint of liquor up |
| Crop that nigga out that flick, he fucked my picture up |
| I’m a fiend, I see you itchin', I’ma think you took a Percocet |
| Fuck the blues, I think the RP-30s work the best |
| Unc smoke Swishers, but the weed he got’ll hurt your chest |
| I’m a pro at drinkin' Hi-Tech and I can work the TEC |
| Oh, you was was goin' to the store to get some 'Woods? |
| Bring a Squirt back |
| I make money off of rap, but I might bring sellin' work back |
| Made a hundred racks in the Chi and I can merch that |
| I pray to God they bring some Actavis cough syrup back |
| You cannot trust any bitch, I had to learn that |
| Four-nick spit and burn a nigga top, I can perm that |
| Why sign a deal for a half a mil' when I can earn that? |
| Just cooked a zip of butter, I gotta churn that |
| Now I’m in Baton Rouge askin' niggas where the sherm at |
| I need a dirty project bitch, where a germ at? |
| Oh, you dropped a mixtape? |
| I ain’t heard that |
| I had a bad bitch, but had to cut her off, she take birdbaths |
| Smokey ran off with a zip, where Big Worm at? |
| Smoke you while I’m chillin' with my bitch, you took a dirt nap |
| I think I’m tryna buy a dog, call Curt back |
| Nigga, I do not want no green, where the purp' at? |
| Fuck it, I’ll drink some plain promethazine, where a Perc' at? |
| Baby, I’m tryna fuck in church, wear a skirt, bet |
| Don’t pull your pussy out when I’m off Percs, I’ll hurt that |
| Pull a Stupid Dog beat up, I’ll murk that |
| Nigga got some skinny-ass jeans, but his shirt fat |
| All-white Off-White jeans, but the shirt black |
| Hold on, cut the beat off, bro, you heard that? |
| Oh, I thought a nigga tried to kick the door down |
| Fuck the inside of the crib up with the four-pound |
| Compressor on the chop, it don’t make no sound |
| You can’t even hold your titties up, how you gon' hold me down? |
| Bitch, put the pussy up and come blow me down |
| I don’t sell dope, but I rap and it’s some 'bows around |
| I can’t believe you cuffed her, she a throw-around |
| You the type of nigga come around askin' is some hoes around? |
| Nigga |