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letra de accidental shit talking 2 - rio da yung og

[intro]
(313 mafia)
alright
sh-t
(trapboy3k)
accidental sh-t talking
y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
(stupid dog, i ain’t gon’ lie, this b-tch hard)

[verse]
n-ggas tryna act like me, buyin’ cut drank
girly got too much ass, i know her b-tt stink
was finna shoot, then handed off the rock, that’s a pumpfake
buckshots, bet if the glock miss his ass, the pump ain’t
i got the bags from lb, but the runtz fake
i count the cash and d-i-p, bro, i couldn’t stay
i might stay in cali when i go re-up, i bought a one-way
deebo, sn-tch his necklace, then be like, “what chain?”
cup dirty, got up early and put up thirty
i’ma keep a 40 on me like a drunk person
dogsh-t, i been countin’ twenties up since 1:30
you got two flip phones but only one workin’
found out a n-gga hit my b-tch and i’m not mad
the runtz bag say jokes up, but i will not laugh
percocets got my nuts itchin’, i ain’t got crabs
bought a sprite, then drunk the lean straight, now my pop mad
just brokе an m30 in half and let louie take it
my b-tch ass and tittiеs fake, but her gucci ain’t
been bustin’ in the b-tch a week straight, now her coochie stank
she wanna f-ck, but keep talkin’ ’bout my music, she a groupie, ain’t she?
bet if i ain’t have a million views, she wouldn’t let me hit it
without my drugs, i’m only f-ckin’ for seven minutes
baby ghost’ll knock your noodles back if i recommend it
but if i give him ten racks, it’ll get detrimental
my shooter signed up for unemployment and bought seven smittys
b-tch, i been livin’ for a while, i’m on level sixty
independent, makin’ bands off rap, ain’t a better feelin’
ridin’ ’round with k’s out on bond not the best decision
but it’s that or let a p-ssy n-gga catch me slippin’
if you look up sh-t talkin’, i’m the definition
come get a half a zip of soft for eleven-fifty
two standard clips, a thirty round, and an extra fifty
with this ghetto boyz sh-t, i’m the ambassador
come to us lookin’ for smoke, you gon’ catch cancer
two rps and a honey pack, i’ma rim-shake
was tryna run a ten up, made fifteen, then i ran faster
[outro]
ghetto boyz sh-t, n-gga, you know what the f-ck goin’ on
accidental sh-t talkin’, n-gga, yeah
that sh-t was on accident

- rio da yung og

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