Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Window Shopper, artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 19.03.2020
Song language: English
Window Shopper |
| Ayy, broke nigga, you a window shopper |
| I ain’t 'bout to scrap with you, I’m a pistol popper |
| Mini-Draco on me now, this a little chopper |
| I’ll squeeze this bitch all on your face, this is a pimple popper |
| I just bought a whole pint, you a liquor copper |
| Fully switch on the Glock, this a four-nickel chopper |
| Military-issued bullets in it, each one fifty dollars |
| Big dog, keep slippin' off the chain, I need a different collar |
| Put this oven on your head, now your biscuit risin' |
| I told my plug throw a brick, now it’s a chicken flyin' |
| Baguetty-etties in my chain, you got little diamonds |
| What the fuck, you writin' statements? |
| Why a pencil by you? |
| Stop rappin' off them YouTube instrumentals, buy 'em |
| Don’t say shit when I cook dope, I think the kitchen wired |
| I was tryna keep it cool, then my pistol fired |
| Thick Bible on me while I’m rappin', I’m a scripture writer |
| I’m at the set buyin' shit, you just look through windows |
| Balenciagas big as fuck, when I wear these, I’m 6'2″ |
| I’m finna shoot a crib up, I’ma need a rental |
| I don’t need a gun, I could kill someone with three utensils |
| Hit him in his jaw, it went through, can’t you see the dimples? |
| Bullets knock your teeth out, now you gon' need dentures |
| Went to church, got baptized and all, but I’ma keep sinnin' |
| We got a cheat code for the game, that’s why we keep winnin' |
| I know Jerry got some drank, this nigga keep grinnin' |
| Dustin got some Oxycontin 30's, he want three a milligram |
| Nigga want some Adderalls, I sold him three Benadryls |
| Nigga pull up tryna scrap with me, I bet we kill him |
| You don’t wanna buy these Xanny bars, they thirteen-fifty |
| I can’t hold my head up, I been codeine sippin' |
| Stab a nigga in his neck, the wound three inches |
| Nigga really tryna make a killing, bring me a **** |
| Ayy, I couldn’t say that word |
| Take some shit you said and switch it up, I got a way with words |
| I walk around with dog shit, you got a baby turd |
| You got a pint of what? |
| Let me taste the syrup |
| Caught a nigga in the Scat' on MLK and Third |
| Throw a couple shots at it, I bet I make him swerve |
| .308 so big, when I shoot it, I can shake the earth |
| Charge a nigga sixty-five, sell him an eighth of dirt |
| He thought he bought some real drank, that was maple syrup |
| Mixed it with a deuce of Tylenol and Karo syrup |
| These K bullets burn a head, boy, this ain’t no perm |
| Bust a nut in a slut mouth, let her taste my germs |
| These Percocets got me itchin', bitch, I ain’t got worms |
| High off drank, I keep seein' shit, bitch, I ain’t on sherm |
| Just sent my nigga to the store, I’d rather stay and serve |
| These niggas keep testin' Baby Ghost, I guess they ain’t gon' learn |
| It’s funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me |
| Anyhow, they ain’t got the heart to get at me |