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window shopper - rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
what up, enrgy?
the top feels so much better than the bottom, hah (rio)

[verse]
ayy, broke n*gga, you a window shopper
i ain’t ’bout to scr*p with you, i’m a pistol popper
mini*draco on me now, this a little chopper
i’ll squeeze this b*tch 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 f*ck, you writin’ statements? why a pencil by you?
stop rappin’ off them youtube instrumentals, buy ’em
don’t say sh*t 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’ sh*t, you just look through windows
balenciagas big as f*ck, 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 k!ll someone with three utensils
hit him in his jaw, it went through, can’t you see the dimples?
bullets knock your t**th 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 n*gga keep grinnin’
dustin got some oxycontin 30’s, he want three a milligram
n*gga want some adderalls, i sold him three benadryls
n*gga pull up tryna scr*p with me, i bet we k!ll 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 n*gga in his neck, the wound three inches
n*gga really tryna make a k!lling, bring me a ****
ayy, i couldn’t say that word
take some sh*t you said and switch it up, i got a way with words
i walk around with dog sh*t, you got a baby t*rd
you got a pint of what? let me taste the syrup
caught a n*gga 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 n*gga 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 sl*t mouth, let her taste my germs
these percocets got me itchin’, b*tch, i ain’t got worms
high off drank, i keep seein’ sh*t, b*tch, i ain’t on sherm
just sent my n*gga to the store, i’d rather stay and serve
these n*ggas keep testin’ baby ghost, i guess they ain’t gon’ learn

[outro]
it’s funny how n*ggas get to screw*facin’ at me
anyhow, they ain’t got the heart to get at me

- rio da yung og lyrics

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