"Talkin' Sh!t Back" lyrics
BoyBurt & Rio Da Yung OG Lyrics
Alright, we gon' wrap it up like this, you know what I'm sayin
Ghetto Boy shit nigga it's Rio
I don't want no lap dance at the club, I'm tryna fuck
I ain't tryna serve crackheads, I'm tryna sell a brick at once
Don't run up on us, you know we sticked up
When I say the Canon flash, that don't mean I'm tryna flick up
Made a hunnid racks off cannabis in six months
Baby Ghost got the Glock (uh) Baby Ghost got the Glock
He dangerous, don't get blicked up
Had a gun on my waist since I was twelve, fuck my hip up
What the fuck is that? Gorilla glue? Who lit that shit up
It ain't Christmas, but we find dog crib and lit that bitch up
What the fuck is ten racks? I'll rip that shit up
Oh, yo, granny got some Act, nigga, hit that bitch up
Oh, yo, auntie got the perks, huh? Where the script at?
Ri you talkin' shit, huh? I'm talkin' shit, back
Turkey bag, vacuum seal, that's how I gift wrap
Nigga holdin' out on the chronic let me get that
Do him like a Dr. Dre album, push his shit back
Damn, cuz you ate that L, get some get back
Four sticks in a wide body, this a KitKat
I'ma break the little bitch off, she let me hit that
I ain't tryna nail your bitch, she wanna screw me
We just made a low-budget film, it's on Tubi
Think I heard a knock at the door, grab the toolie
I ain't gotta answer to shit, nigga, 'cuse me
I can do what the fuck I please, I'm a boss
Threw bro a brick he caught it, Drew Brees to Randy Moss
You ain't shit if you don't perform on the stage and it's some panties tossed
I hit a bitch full dressed, fuck her panties off
Bro said he tryna run it back, so I hand it off
I ain't goin' to jail for another strap, I'm standin' off
Catch a body at the liquor store and snatch the cameras off
Fo-nick hit harder, knock a football player helmet off
(Yeah), made a hunnid racks of cookies that don't crumble (I'm a monster)
Tried to pass my nigga the pill, but he fumbled (yeah)
Catch a body off a fake 30 and get a number
Nigga tryna play both sides, Travis Hunter (twelve)
I don't wanna kick it with niggas, I ain't a punter (nah)
Threw bro a brick he caught it, no jumper (Adam)
My nigga down in OKC got thunder (loud)
Bitch wanna eat my wood, I feed her lumber (uuughh)
Ghetto Boy shit nigga it's Rio
I don't want no lap dance at the club, I'm tryna fuck
I ain't tryna serve crackheads, I'm tryna sell a brick at once
Don't run up on us, you know we sticked up
When I say the Canon flash, that don't mean I'm tryna flick up
Made a hunnid racks off cannabis in six months
Baby Ghost got the Glock (uh) Baby Ghost got the Glock
He dangerous, don't get blicked up
Had a gun on my waist since I was twelve, fuck my hip up
What the fuck is that? Gorilla glue? Who lit that shit up
It ain't Christmas, but we find dog crib and lit that bitch up
What the fuck is ten racks? I'll rip that shit up
Oh, yo, granny got some Act, nigga, hit that bitch up
Oh, yo, auntie got the perks, huh? Where the script at?
Ri you talkin' shit, huh? I'm talkin' shit, back
Turkey bag, vacuum seal, that's how I gift wrap
Nigga holdin' out on the chronic let me get that
Do him like a Dr. Dre album, push his shit back
Damn, cuz you ate that L, get some get back
Four sticks in a wide body, this a KitKat
I'ma break the little bitch off, she let me hit that
I ain't tryna nail your bitch, she wanna screw me
We just made a low-budget film, it's on Tubi
Think I heard a knock at the door, grab the toolie
I ain't gotta answer to shit, nigga, 'cuse me
I can do what the fuck I please, I'm a boss
Threw bro a brick he caught it, Drew Brees to Randy Moss
You ain't shit if you don't perform on the stage and it's some panties tossed
I hit a bitch full dressed, fuck her panties off
Bro said he tryna run it back, so I hand it off
I ain't goin' to jail for another strap, I'm standin' off
Catch a body at the liquor store and snatch the cameras off
Fo-nick hit harder, knock a football player helmet off
(Yeah), made a hunnid racks of cookies that don't crumble (I'm a monster)
Tried to pass my nigga the pill, but he fumbled (yeah)
Catch a body off a fake 30 and get a number
Nigga tryna play both sides, Travis Hunter (twelve)
I don't wanna kick it with niggas, I ain't a punter (nah)
Threw bro a brick he caught it, no jumper (Adam)
My nigga down in OKC got thunder (loud)
Bitch wanna eat my wood, I feed her lumber (uuughh)
