Heavy Rotation lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, you know, spaz out, you know, huh
Yeah, yeah, slow down

[Verse 1]
I just did 3 months, i laid down, now i'm back
I just did a turn around, and i ain't break a sweat
They hating on a youngin', f*ck them n*ggas, this ain't that
ShakeBack four times, pus*y n*gga this where it's at
It's ShakeBack Gang pus*y n*gga yeah it's that
And free my n*gga Perky, 'til they let my n*gga back
I got some pure drywall but i sell it like it's crack
And all that rappin', like you steppin', like you wit' it, you get whacked

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ayy, I'm wit' my young n*ggas
You wanna come record with Rio bring a gun with you
My lil' n*ggas 16, but the drum 50
I'm drinking red, but the b*tch i'm wit' a c*m sipper

[Verse 3]
Ayy, b*tch, I'm tryna catch a body
Give me a .38, and two Glocks, kill everybody
Ayy, see i've been f*ckin' since a young n*gga
Youngest n*gga ever made his teacher c*m n*gga
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
I never rode the short bus, but i'm a dumb n*gga
The AR got breast cancer, I felt the lump in it
I broke a Russian Cream down, and put some runts in it
Then drunk a 6 of red raw, can't feel my tongue n*gga

[Verse 5]
I walked in with big K and put a drum in it
Put my di*k up in her stomach feel the lump in it
Don't stunt with bro straps, it's not really your guns n*gga
Don't stunt with bro racks, it's not really your funds n*gga

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ain't sh*t sweet, but the Glock got honeybun in it
Shoot him in his leg with a K, make him run different
Boy that pop light as well, you dropped a one in it
I'm finna drink a pint of wocky with my young n*ggas

[Verse 7]
You sound dumb n*gga [?]
Ain't ducking how sh*t i keep a gun n*gga
Took a n*gga b*tch to work she got the tall looking
Then your ass picked it up and got the tall kids
Pour punch in the nose, leave a n*gga knocked out
This 40 on me pull it out, then you get popped now
I call my n*gga Bally up, it ain't no talking now
Spaz pulling up with the stick, you getting hawked down
n*ggas hating on the young i'm only six-teen
My name ring bells, and i ain't even six feet
n*gga pussies out here acting if you ask me
f*ck around and leave a pus*y on a backstreet
Bullet got a n*gga jumping like a athlete
I'm in a sleeve, i won't let these n*ggas catch me
I came swerving with a mac tryna tax him
I drive myself, you won't catch me in no taxis
[Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG]
Kill him in the studio, i don't rap beef
Leave a n*gga body wrapped, like some packed meat
Still 'ill beat a n*gga ass if he packing heat
I sold a half a spliff, and they just cut the trap beat