Still Shit Talking Lyrics by Rio Da Yung OG is a brand-new English song. Still Shit Talking Lyrics are written by Rio Da Yung OG while the song is produced by Rio Da Yung OG.
Still Shit Talking Song Details:
| Song: | Still Shit Talking |
| Singer(s): | Rio Da Yung OG |
| Produced by: | Rio Da Yung OG |
| Written by: | Rio Da Yung OG |
Still Shit Talking Lyrics
Yeah!
What Up, Though?
It’s Rio Da Yung Og, N*gga
Boyz In This B*tch N*gga
Free Big Ghetto, Free The Whole Ghetto
Y’all Know What The F*ck Goin’ On
Still Shi!t Talkin’ N*gga
This Sh!t Still In Me Too N*gga
I’m Noddin’ Off Wastin’ Ashes On My Burberry
High As F*ck, Tired Of Smokin’ Runtz
Who Got Some Old Cherry?
Moncler Bubble Coats, You In A Whole Pelle
F*ck A B*tch And Steal Somethin’
Out Her Purse, You Know I’m So Petty
But It’s A Dime In Blues
On Me I Ain’t Broke, Baby
Gucci Guilty, Got Her Sniffin’
On Me I Ain’t Coke, Baby
N*ggas Really Soft, They Get
On Facebook Actin’ So Crazy
Pick Up Some Snow And Cut A N*gga’s
Brick I’ll Snowflake Him
Red Tips In The 9, I’ll Yellow Tape Him
Destin Got Some Perc-30S And
I’m ScarеD To Take ’em
Bust Down A Hundred ‘bows Right
Now And Won’t SеLl An Eighty
Two K’s’ll Lift His Soul Up, Have Him Levitatin’
Pu*sy Probably Shoot Me In My Back
’cause He Scared To Face Me
And I Put That On My Kids Reggie Babybee
Just Made A Half Off Ten Grams Of
Glue And A Reggie Eighty
I Got Some Blow That’s Hittin’
Hard You Ready, Auntie?
Just Hit A Line At One Time
I’m Prayin’ For Your Safety
They Tryna Give My N*gga All That Time
I’m Prayin’ For His Babies
Might As Well Come And Work For Us
We Payin’ More Than Macy’s
Scared To Hit A B*tch Out In The C’s
I Heard They Got Rabies
Seven Perc-10S Got Me Itchin’ Like I Got Scabies
Dog Don’t Even Know If Them
His Kids He Got Five Maybes
Two 9S’ll Hit Him Seven Times Like July 18Th
Bro Was NineteenHe Caught More
Bullets Than Rashard Davis
I’m High As F*ck Off Phenergan
I Need Another Black
Tryna Go To War With One Four-Five
I Need Another Strap
I Need A K, Damn, I Wish It Was ’16
I Had A Bunch Of Act’
If You Bought Some Lean And Tried To Leave
Then I Was Cuttin’ That (Facts)
Tryna Bake A Brick, Show Me Where
The Nearest Oven At Where It At?
I Got A Thousand Roxies Show
Me Where They Payin’ Double At
If I Sell ’em In A Week Then
I’m A Double That I’m On My Way
Tryna Sell Dog A Hit Pint, Ayy
Where Double At? 2G’s
I Tell It How It Is, This Humble Rap, I Don’t Mumble Rap
I Got The Cash To Buy This Sh!t, But I’m Punchin’ That
On My Way OT, If It Go Good, I Ain’t Comin’ Back
Five Hundred Pills In The Bag With A Bunch Of Crack
Let Them B*tches Get Behind Us We Tuckin’ That
Don’t Give A F*ck If I’m With My Granny
She Stuffin’ That
Tryna Make A Hundred Bands Off A Zip
Y’all Hustle Backwards
If They Get The Ups And I Had To Run
I’m Bustin’ Backwards
I Knew It Was Straight Drop
When I Cut The Plastic
Whack A N*gga, Burn His Body Up
Then Puff The Ashes
Talkin’ Heartbreaks I Dropped
A Pint Of Tech And Bust The Glass
I Knew It’s Snakes In The Yard
So I Shot Up The Grass
Took My Mama’s Paycheck And
Bought A Strap, She Whooped My A*s
I Left And Ran Into An Opp And Bust His Head
Popped An ‘erc And Hit Her On The
Air Mattress And Bust The Bed
I Left The Wock’ Straight Drop But I Cut The Red
I Still Put The Tax On It Like Uncle Sam
Put My Trust In An Old Taurus And It F*ckin’ Jammed
Me And Tay Just Stomped A N*gga Out
He Got A Pumpkin Head
How You Sellin’ Dope On Dda
And Don’t Know Pumpkinhead?