Accidental Shit Talking 2 - Rio Da Yung OG

Alright

Shit

(Trapboy3k)

Accidental shit talking

Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me

(Stupid Dog, I ain’t gon' lie, this bitch hard)

Niggas tryna act like me, buyin' cut drank

Girly got too much ass, I know her butt 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, snatch 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

Dogshit, I been countin' twenties up since 1:30

You got two flip phones but only one workin'

Found out a nigga hit my bitch 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 brok an M30 in half and let Louie take it

My bitch ass and tittis fake, but her Gucci ain’t

Been bustin' in the bitch a week straight, now her coochie stank

She wanna fuck, 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 fuckin' 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

Bitch, I been winnin' 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 pussy nigga catch me slippin'

If you look up shit 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 shit, 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

Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on

Accidental shit talkin', nigga, yeah

That shit was on accident