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letra de gift of gab - rio da yung og

[intro]
yeah
i’m only sh-t talkin’

(trackshawn on the beat)

what up, track?
b-tch, it’s rio, duh

[verse 1]
i just poured thick, i can’t feel my tongue
hoodie on in the summertime ’cause it seal my gun
roll another wood to refill my lungs
f-ck a b-tch and pull off on her, that’s a hit and run
32 shots on me, that’s a triple-double
pour a pint in one pop and take a picture of it
put two girls together, make ’em hit each other
i can’t- no, i can’t say that, i might get in trouble

[verse 2]
i’m just sh-t talkin’, please don’t judge me for it
i can say this and that, but that’s another story
my auntie son got a pint, he want 40 for it
i’m ’bout to throw him 120 ’cause i love my cousin
they tryna piece this sh-t together like a f-ckin’ puzzle
yo’ momma brotha smoke crack, oh, he a uncle-uncle
i might say the wrong sh-t, i need a f-ckin’ muzzle
[verse 3]
money — is — not — everything
b-tch, come sign your life away to m.i.n.e. entertainment
if you don’t want them n-ggas dancin’ in yo’ videos
all on stage bouncin’ with anotha n-gga jewelry on
i got the fn on me, we can get it on
the purple bullets exit out, look like a bootyhole
but it’ll f-ck yo’ head up, this b-tch a tootsie rolls
hit him in his midsection and make him belly roll
take a n-gga money up front, book him for a show
but ain’t n0body show up to it, b-tch, i’m jelly roll
blowin’ opp’s blunts with my b-tch, she’ll cut yo’ throat
runnin’ red lights, smokin’ weed, but this ain’t belly though

yo’, did you not see that f-ckin’ red light man?
you think i give a f-ck about a motherf-ckin’ red light? f-ggot cop can’t touch me! i’m out here smokin’ weed, speedin’, all that, dawg! f-ck that, that’s me!

[verse 4]
i got some n-ggas from nebraska finna come down
they don’t sell drugs, they just like them gun sounds
banana clip on the sk, that’s a jheri curl
my n-ggas sellin’ coffee cakes with the cherry swirl
my white fans out in cali’, they know every word
20 thousand dollas for a show, why would i sell a bird?
i’on never sold drugs, i just be talkin’ ’bout it
i’m just — a product — of my environment
bought some all-whites yesterday, had to retire ’em
’cause i just stumped a n-gga out, he got the tire-head
now that sh-t look like he caught a flat
10 thousand on me at the store, i just bought some black
five of it came from —, the other five off rap
my cousin sold me a hit pint, but he bought it back
he must’ve read my ig post, i was gon’ off his ass
lisha used to always get sh-t free ’cause she was talkin’ fast
i guess — it’s called the gift of gab
n-ggas only got 10 put up, guess i’m a walking stash

- rio da yung og

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