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Shit Talkin’, Pt. 3
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Rio Da Yung OG
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(Ooh, Sav killed 'em) Yeah What up, Sav? I'm a mastermind Spent forty, you get one for free, this?an?appetizer I just came?up with a plan, I'm a?strategizer How he gon' survive two Dracos with rapid fire? Hit the road a hundred some times before I had a license In the backseat, I stuck the muzzle in a pack of diapers I hope this b*t*h don't hit a tree, I'm finna whack the driver Five of red in the Mountain Dew, it look like apple cider B*t*h, I been dirty Made ten before ten, woke up at 6:30 This b*t*h a fiend, I charge her two hundred for six Perkys I got four Glocks on me right now, b*t*h, my hip hurtin' Glock 18 with monkey nuts, I call her Big Bertha I drink the Hi-Tech like it's water, but I sip purple Let my auntie cook a brick for me, she said her wrist hurtin' I had to let her cook the drop, she made a big purchase She had to take a smoke break I told her she could smoke a zip, this b*t*h gon' smoke eight My white b*t*h just love to sniff blow, I call her snowflake Told this b*t*h to hit a few lines, she took the whole plate Now she ain't dead a dime If I overdose off drinkin' lean, bro, just let me die My n***a wanna buy some grams, I charge him seventy-five You think I'm showin' love? I really hit it seven times I took a hundred pack and hit it with the, never mind You ever seen a real zombie? That sh*t terrifying My n***a showed me two thousand in blues, I was mesmerized Scared to drink this pop, it's dark as hell, it left me petrified B*t*h, I'm paralyzed, I cannot move I just got like sixty grams of cut I cannot use N***a really thought he bought some R's, he ain't that stupid I sold his a** some circle Xannys, these are not blue Eleven hundred for these Louis walkers, these are not shoes I had to cut into a b*t*h, but I am not rude When I say a b*t*h, I'm talkin' 'bout a brick of dog food Who the hell are you? If you a snitch and have a son, he gon' be tellin' too You just take pictures with your Glock, you don't never use it Watched my cousin get life for a brick, that sh*t left me clueless Doggy caught a body, got life, and paid rest**ution On the strip sellin' white girl, I call that prost**ution I'm in a eco-friendly rental but my pop polluted At the Y, hoopin' with FN, but I'm not with Lucci I'm still sh*t talkin' Ever seen a n***a step on blues and call it Crip walkin'? If a fiend come short ten, take a tenth off it Got red-flagged at the urgent care, I did six walk-ins That was in seven days A million some streams in one month, let's get the record straight Slipped through the metal detector with a lil' .38 If they ask why that b*t*h go off, I got a metal plate
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