Testo Shake Back - Rio Da Yung Og
Testo della canzone Shake Back (Rio Da Yung Og), tratta dall'album RIO FREE
(Mama, what you doin'? You cook up somethin'?)
Yeah
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, aight
Sixty months in the feds, I can take that
Soon as I came home, I had to taste Act'
I see you got a BBL, but can you shake that?
I'm petty, ask the gas station clerk for my change back (Yeah, this is wack)
Ask around, I got picked up in a Maybach
If Act' around twenty-five hunnid, I'll pay that
I been gone for three years and eight months, you tryna shake back
So if you really think shit sweet, where your cake at?
Where your dog shit?
I got petty, paid the drank man in all tens
Worked my way up, I had to crawl in
Spent so much at the Louis store, ain't had to call in
I do walk-ins
Can't believe this clip full with some baldheads
In 2018, we drunk all red
We ain't fuck with Akorn, that's what you call red?
Old AK-47 same size as Tall Tim
You wanna get some work done, you gotta call Will
We ain't do no funny camera tricks, bro, this all real
Yeah, I took a deal from EMPIRE, lil' small deal
Dropped it in the summer and I'll recoup 'fore the Fall end
Glock popper, scram scraper
White bitch kind of pale, go get a tan, baby
One-of-one Louis clothes made by hand, baby
I'm really finna do some crazy shit, nah, I ain't sayin' maybe
They gave us ninety for a show, we was only sayin' eighty
Bitch think I'm finna wear her merch 'cause her friend made it
Bitch, how you still broke? Who is your man, baby?
Right hand, one-twenty, left hand, eighty
Can't believe I hit this ratchet bitch and had a damn baby
Nigga, I ain't let the feds slow me down
I definitely ain't gon' let a bitch hold me down
Nigga, fuck this glass pint, I'll throw it down
I got a curfew, I can't really fuck, bae, blow me down
Have you ever got some head in the Maybach?
Nigga, I'll probably drop dead if they make Act'
You know a bitch ain't turnt no more, she say, "Take me back"
Ten thousand for a pint of Actavis, I paid that
My bitch bougie, she'll never eat no Shake Shack
I drunk Sosa whole eight, he said don't pay him back
Only thing I'm really worryin' 'bout is gettin' my weight back
I'm in the yellow school bus off a pink 10
Fifty thousand every two days and I'm on week ten
I'm mad as fuck, I gotta pee again
'Cause I just drank a whole pint durin' the weekend
And I don't want no regular Sprite, give me a Remix
My nigga ice somethin' out of town, that's some G shit
.308 bullets make trees split
Your breath stink, only talk when the weed lit
Just let a random nigga fuck my bitch, on my P shit
Bae, you know you got the best pussy if I skeet quick
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Writer(s): Damario Horne-mccullough, Dashandra Smith
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