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letra de call us even (810 shit) - expen$ive & rio da yung og

[intro]
(dj updoe)

[verse 1: expen$ive]
four-five, it’s only right i shoot this n-gga nine times
he a p-ssy, i’m tryna see if he got nine lives
think smart, stop smokin’ with these hoes, roll up your own zaz’
she suck my d-ck and roll your backwood, now y’all d-ck high
i keep pourin’ more and more drink like i ain’t gettin’ high
been tryna do right, but i just can’t, it’s like my tenth try
n-gga, you ain’t shoot that party up, you shot up in the sky
don’t say you slid on n-ggas before if they ain’t get hit and die
i got forty thousand on me, but i’m just gettin’ by
my pastor in church preachin’ in moncler, he gettin’ rich off tithes
two fours, a brick, and a glock, b-tch, this my school supplies
i ain’t cheap, i’ll ask a b-tch what’s her shoe size
i’ll ask my plug for a front and don’t even need it
i got the money, but in case he hit it, i can make us even
this ho a human vacuum, she can seriously suck some s-m-n
b-tch, i’m no different, when i’m f-ckin’, i’m a fully demon
my psyche said i signed with marcus, i’m on my way to neimans
my opp died in the hospital, they couldn’t stop the bleedin’
played sick just to go to hurley ’cause i wanted to see it
keep a smart b-tch ’cause i can count, but i might not read it
she suck my d-ck for an hour, this b-tch act like she t–thin’
caught my b-tch cheatin’, choked her up, she d-mn near stopped breathin’
i bought a brick and lost a half, i ain’t been eatin’
lost my appetite, shot him nine times, now i call it seasoning
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
just know i had a hundred cash on me if you saw me cheatin’
my b-tch said i ain’t sh-t, i told her, “leave, you got a lot of reasons”
don’t get offended if i f-ck your sister, she look kinda freaky
i can f-ck three hoes in one day, you know i’m kinda sneaky
probably two hundred cash around when i’m with expen$ive
i can drink a whole eight of act’ straight and that sh-t expensive
i know your n-gga got a lil’ pape’, but i might be richer
thought they was slidin’ on me, dropped thirty shots, i might be trippin’
if you ain’t never made two hundred racks, i’m not gon’ miss you
i hate that b-tch so much, she can die right now, i’m not gon’ miss her
i can hit a b-tch raw, but i’m not gon’ kiss her
disrespect me, i’ma knock your ass out, i’m not a sissy
i just drunk a pint of lean by myself, i’m kinda p-ssy
i was finna go and make this ‘bow play, but it’s kinda iffy
just had to use my trigger finger, it was kinda itchy
forty-seven racks for a chain, you can round it to fifty
this a muddy cup of wock’ and another glock
this n-gga threw a shot and went ot, got his brother dropped
this ain’t the same rolex you seen, this another watch
touch da yung og, guarantee mike drop a hundred shots
from the bedrock, chase you down barefooted, b-tch, i’m burnin’ rubber
just took three 30s and one 10, i’m off a perc-100
drunk a bunch of lean last night, got my stomach hurtin’
i can drink two pints by myself, i’m not your average person
[verse 3: expen$ive]
i hit a n-gga for twenty racks, he open like a curtain
i tried to f-ck this b-tch for an hour, but my p-b-s started hurtin’
treat my n-ggas like ron artest, i threw them n-ggas ‘bows
remember we was broke as h-ll, around this b-tch sharin’ clothes
now we can go out of state and we can share some hoes
i just met this pretty lightskinned b-tch, i might l!ck her toes
told my plug stop callin’ my phone, i’m finna do some shows
naw, i’m just playin’, send me another load

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
sh-t, i got a hundred ‘bows
forty-five hundred each one, go and buy some rolls
yeah, i’m strapped, but i’ll whoop a n-gga ass, i ain’t no f-ckin’ ho
sh-t, since you so generous, let me f-ck your ho
i got some bronx n-ggas doin’ buck-fifties, they’ll cut your throat
in the old-school doin’ one-sixty, feel like i’m on a boat
these n-ggas probably just wanna smoke, they don’t want no smoke
’cause the smoke i’m givin’ out’ll leave holes if it touch your throat

[outro: rio da yung og]
n-gga
ghetto boyz sh-t, n-gga, you know what the f-ck goin’ on
what up, expen$ive?
this another one
y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with us, n-gga, 810 sh-t

- expenive rio da yung og

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