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letra de shit talkin pt. 4 - rio da yung og

[intro]
(marc boomin, this you?)
what up, marc boomin?
it’s rio da yung og, n-gga, boyz in this b-tch
free big ghetto
yeah
i still know how to sh-t talk too, n-gga

[verse]
pull this glock off my hip and let the stick talk
listen up, i’m finna show you how to sh-t talk
shoot a n-gga with a k, blow his hip off
hollow tip graze his face, knock his lips off
put a whole b-tch on the scale, it’s a zip off
hoodie on, run inside his house and let the clip off
they don’t know who did it, it’s a puzzle like a jigsaw
i don’t sip, i drink my cup fast, take the lid off
if he survive this headshot, he a vegetable
if you ain’t got a dub or shot a gun, i can’t stand next to you
up the snubnose and shoot you twice, i won’t wrestle you
i put it on the scale and cracked a smile, this an extra two
stop actin’ like you catchin’ bodies, that was never you
i don’t drink pops, i done poured my drink in every juice
buy a pint and pour up eight times, i’m pourin’ every deuce
she been gettin’ her back blew out, the p-ssy very loose
got a roll on me with a blue strip down the middle
a n-gga slid on me, i dropped two clips out a pistol
we on our way ot, it’s like two bricks in this rental
stomp a n-gga out, now he toothless, he need dentures
fell in love with dope, now i’m losing all my interests
’cause i know some n-ggas doing music making millions
if he survive this chop, i’ma shoot him with the nickel
don’t give a f-ck if i had to do it at the ‘spital
now let— now— now let’s go to war
in here tryna cook a half a chicken, n-gga, close the door
when i caught my first body, you was on the porch
kidnap your son, pour alcohol on his open sores
i been drinkin’ codeine, i got open pores
got into it with a big n-gga, left him on the floor
young dog got fifty on the k, he just wanna score
thousand for the scope on my ar, i can focus more
we ain’t have no sliced cheese, we had focus: hope
on christmas, i was gettin’ sh-t i need, i ain’t want a coat
it’s mr. bust a brick down, i done broke the dope
b-tch p-ssy wet as f-ck, it can float a boat
n-gga think he f-ckin’ with me, he must be smokin’ dope
you must wanna die
n-gga, you can’t get high off your own supply
shoot so many shots, we could start our own fourth of july
they subpoenaed bro to come to court, he was forced to lie
n-gga think i’m p-ssy, you must think that a horse can fly
last n-gga tried that sh-t, of course he died
who got some old hi-tech? i’m tryna pour a five
i ain’t got no sleep in like two weeks, i bet i snore tonight
swear i wanna make time with my b-tch, but i’m recording tonight
you watched your mans get jumped and all you did was record the fight
that pop light as h-ll, boy, next time, just pour out some sprite

- rio da yung og

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