Accidental Shit Talking (Intro) - Rio Da Yung Og

Accidental Shit Talking (Intro)

Rio Da Yung Og

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(Ooh, Sav killed it)

Yeah, what up, Sav?

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Hey

I'm a big homie, you a spot worker

Bitch, that's a thousand pills in you, better stop twerkin'

Peezy called me and said rap and I just stopped workin'

My old bitch left me scarred, but it did not hurt me

Nope, that shit turned me to a beast

Hit the spot, hustled for three weeks, and I did not sleep

I got another gun on me, you must did not peep

'Cause your dumb ass had audacity to try to rob me

Made it out the trenches, baby, I'm an odd-beater

You be drinkin' green lean, so your nine cheaper

I'ma hit the booth every day 'til my job complete

Don't wanna pay that fee? Well, go to them niggas down the street

I was sellin' real weed back in high school

Had the whole building smokin', that's a high school

When you in my dopehouse, you got five rules

Don't snitch, sniff, shoot, fall asleep, and you can't lie too

Diesel called me with some red, I'm 'bout to fly to him

If I stack them twenties up, they like 5'2"

Don't give a fuck about that Draco, you can die shootin' it

Broke my heart when I dropped that pint, killers cry too

You heard what the fuck I said, I don't repeat myself

I don't look up to nobody, wanna be myself

If you asked me five years ago where I see myself

Would've told you in a dopehouse puttin' G's on scales

Yeah, now my life did a three-sixty

Without a deal, I made three-fifty, you signed a three-sixty

I ain't stingy, it's enough food for you to eat with me

Hate when I help a nigga out and he compete with me

Damn, that shit unacceptable

Hit him with the fin, if he survive, he a vegetable

Okay, I fuck you seventeen times, what that neck could do?

You jumped back in the streets and then told, I can't respect you

Kids damn near havin' seizures, they see me in person

Nigga, fuck some Benihanas, you might see me at Church's

Them niggas tried to jump me, now they leavin' in hearses

Tryna cook a whole brick

With that same pot you used to deep fry turkey

Yeah, hey, you niggas ham sandwich

Karate chop a whole brick, I'm a gram master

I might pull up to the hood in a Grand National

Dog knocked so many fiends out, it's a grand champion

Nigga

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