Window Shopper - Rio Da Yung OG

Ayy, broke nigga, you a window shopper

I ain’t 'bout to scrap with you, I’m a pistol popper

Mini-Draco on me now, this a little chopper

I’ll squeeze this bitch 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 fuck, you writin' statements?

Why a pencil by you?

Stop rappin' off them YouTube instrumentals, buy 'em

Don’t say shit 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' shit, you just look through windows

Balenciagas big as fuck, 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 kill someone with three utensils

Hit him in his jaw, it went through, can’t you see the dimples?

Bullets knock your teeth 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 nigga keep grinnin'

Dustin got some Oxycontin 30's, he want three a milligram

Nigga want some Adderalls, I sold him three Benadryls

Nigga pull up tryna scrap with me, I bet we kill 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 nigga in his neck, the wound three inches

Nigga really tryna make a killing, bring me a ****

Ayy, I couldn’t say that word

Take some shit you said and switch it up, I got a way with words

I walk around with dog shit, you got a baby turd

You got a pint of what?

Let me taste the syrup

Caught a nigga 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 nigga 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 slut mouth, let her taste my germs

These Percocets got me itchin', bitch, I ain’t got worms

High off drank, I keep seein' shit, bitch, I ain’t on sherm

Just sent my nigga to the store, I’d rather stay and serve

These niggas keep testin' Baby Ghost, I guess they ain’t gon' learn

It’s funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me

Anyhow, they ain’t got the heart to get at me