Tangotalk

I’m in a million-dollar house off rent (??) In the gucci store, spent six racks, didn’t get a book bag Right now, I’m high off a lot of drank, I just look mad That n!gga ain’t got dog s*it, that’s why he look sad Fu*k around and put a apron on in my cup, man Oh, for the interception with the drink, I know snook mad Some telling me to do a hook bad But I’m still in my punch bag, you know, hook jab Spray down their gun on my cup, man Left in the maybach even though I had a bus pass He went to the gym and got gay, won’t get another a*s Heard a n!gga took your cell phone, you know that look bad Don’t give a fu*k how much this jacket cost, I ain’t putting it back Mike say today I missed a shot and he put it back Trish with the quake, damn, taste like glass red That night them n!ggas threw my cheerios half dead I popped three 30s, drunk and ate it, took a half cent Bro (??) I’m a gold digger Ten mil chunky, but the fo’ five ho*s bigger B!tch pu*sy h*e loose, we stuck a pole in her If y’all listen to my tape, I put my soul in her Tomorrow I’m wearing flax, I might pop out like an old n!gga Broke for s*x with that glock, he a dome hitter Are you tryna talk s*it? I’m the wrong n!gga Hey mike, come here real quick, real phone with you Just swipe up, (??) I just know your phone slap, you got my old number I think like an og, but my soul younger A thousand horses in this b!tch, can’t keep control of it That house in the a, hey rih, how much you owe? nothing Let’s talk about flicks, I got 24 of them Stop worrying bout what I do and going on something Twenty-nine hundred for the chrome jockey Promoters on some bulls*it, let’s throw a party (??) Ain’t got enough to buy the hellcat, but I don’t wanna charge it My brother’s tryna get some drink, I don’t wanna charge it Oh bro, you want a verse? give me four thousand Og say we already big but finna go larger This bracelet right here was twenty-four thousand N!gga, fu*k your og, I got my own mama Three prime to five carat, make it look harder I’m finna put on every chain, make them look harder Smash the gas in the trx, I got a foot problem Now that n!gga feast, he needs some foot powder We ain’t got no slugs in here or a buck shatter I know a n!gga with some money, never took shots How the fu*k I get indicted? I don’t even know how to cook powder What the fu*k? 2m digital, 2m digital, 2m digital. OFF-RAP lyrics – Rio Da Yung Og : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com