Back Rubbed - Rio Da Yung Og: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Back Rubbed

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Back Rubbed è stato pubblicato il 10 agosto 2025 da M I N E Entertainment / EMPIRE come parte dell'album F.L.I.N.T. (Feeling Like I'm Not Through)

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumF.L.I.N.T. (Feeling Like I'm Not Through)

Data di uscita10 agosto 2025

EtichettaM I N E Entertainment / EMPIRE

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM87

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Rio Da Yung OG

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough

Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough

Songwriter

Dwayne William Moore

Dwayne William Moore

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Wayne616

Producer

Skyler Gibbons

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Testi

[Intro]

Ghetto Boyz shit

Fuck the fire, we got grease

[Verse 1]

I been through some shit, I need a back rub

I love drink so much, I wanna Act up

I came home from the feds, ran my racks up

I bought a sandwich bag, it wasn't packed up

I made her count the dog shit, fucked her shellac up

Best words I heard in my life when they said, "Pack up"

I went to the feds, slept in the little bed

I would've went state, but the pistol jammed

Coach Rio, I'm the whistle man

I got a platinum plaque with no radio play, you gotta listen, man

You the type that want a **** hit your hand

Too much dog shit on me right now, I need some different pants

You are not gon' rob me, go try a different plan

Check out my left hand, it cost sixty grand

Jay the coochie, man, I'm the titty man

Hundred shots on the PLR, I don't fear any man

I can get the whole house swept for like twenty grand

So what the fuck you think them young boys gon' do I drop fifty bands?

[Verse 2]

I love Ricky pants, I love Dickie Pants, I love Amiri pants

I like Chrome Heart, too, and Jordan Craigs

I'm a real street ****, I'm not a Jordan head

She hit me with the head and put your boy to bed

They hit him in his leg, go get your boy a peg

I use this up close, I'ma destroy your head

I just recorded me fuckin' a Wock' pint, I'm the porno man

Don't text me 'bout no other ho, I ignore your ass

You heard he got a bag, we'll extort his ass

Remember callin' Bud for a quarter, babe?

Came home from the feds on my shit, I threw a quarter at him

That's 25K, I really made a hundred racks, twenty-five days straight

Boy, he was up close with an AK

They hit his ass so many fuckin' times, they made him gain weight

Stop askin' who I am, look what my chain say

I never even looked on Johnny Dang page

July, I'm poppin' out, I really can't wait

Like they let me off this bitch, I'm makin' one million in eight days

[Verse 3]

I might just make an M on the first day

Like 250K was my worst day

And all this shit profit, I wasn't rich in the first place

And I'd never go back to my birthplace

[Outro]

The shark in the pond

They shot him with a .308, they still can't find his arm

She actin' tough, when she leave, she gon' cry in the car

I gotta be Pete everything, I can't die on the curb

My distant lover, I'm dyin' without her

I been missin' my lil' brother, I been cryin' 'bout him

I ain't never put a eight in a nine bottle

Can't even stand up straight, I got a spine problem

All his life, he wanted to hit a lick and he died plottin'

All my life, I wanted to get rich, so I'ma die tryin'

That's why I'm rich now, 'cause I ain't dead yet

I just fucked, but I ain't never got the head yet

Written by: Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough, Dwayne William Moore

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