Off The Chain - Rio Da Yung OG

Oooh Sav killed it

Lemme get my chains right

Ghetto boy shit nigga

Hey

Fuck rap

Sike matter of fact bitch I love rap

This shit changed my life

I been shittin' on niggas so much you gotta change me twice

$ 300 for a line of morton grove this can’t be life

is consent, I don’t let the bitch rape me twice

He got featured and I dropped it on my page so he paid me twice

My shooter crazy, for the right price he’ll take a baby life

Lemme buy the whole pint right now you want $ 285?

I was a kid selling grams so that means I live a crispy life

I travel anywhere for the drink, you in Ypsi right?

I heard I shot 50 times

Got some bows for the low low they only $ 55

Man ya’ll rap niggas comical

When it come to beef I get diabolical

Aye that pint of blood right there is mine, biological

You got your ears and they scared to drive I hire you

If you don’t put that bitch in cruise I’ma fire you

I’m the nigga who be payin' for the hits I’ll fire two

I don’t trick, but damn you kinda thick you like diamonds boo?

My bitch think she gettin' off but I’m a liar too

Don’t know my status with my hoe, right now it’s complicated

Plus I nutted in this other bitch while she was ovualtin'

I got some for 18 but they kinda shaky

Promoters get the fuck out my DM if you ain’t tryna pay me

Like, aye, get the fuck on

He think he tough tone cuz he got a pair of buffs on

Caught him walkin' out of golden sun, now his buffs gone

Pop a shooter in his forehead, now yo muscle gone

Pfft, like, he ain’t tough no more

After niggas get popped up they ain’t rough no more

I mix some GG4 in this bow, it ain’t runts no more

I hit that nigga dope so much it won’t take a gram of cut no more

When I get behind that mic, bitch I’m unhuman

In the old school with old hundreds but my gun newer

It’s 200 of these bitches watch me stunt through 'em

I got a 20 pack of watch me run through it

He don’t really call shots, he a punt faker

Tell your bitch don’t pull up actin' tough we a jump

How you a killer nigga back in church you was a drum player

Call I got $ 175 I need that one taper

Ya you know 90 degrees, 180 vert, you know what I’m talkin' 'bout

You know what I’m saying 200

Y’all can’t fuck with me

Ghetto boy shit nigga