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Rio Da Yung OG

Stupid Shit

 

Stupid Shit

(album: Testers, Pt. 2 - 2019)


Ooh, SAV killed it

Still fucking with the PAW Patrol
When I hit the block, niggas run, like when the law patrolling
Call the plug up, I need the softest blow
He dropped another baby off, so I bought a stroller
.45 Glock, this bitch'll drop a polar
Keep it in my hand at all times, could've bought a holster
Just dropped the bitch off and made her walk back over
Used to drink a pint and drop a verse, now I'm talking sober
I guess I'm talented
Hit it with the soda, now it's stiffer than a mannequin
My nigga ate a headshot, pulled out the fragments
My other nigga took a leg shot and died from panicking
Lil' cause want a egg, fuck a necklace
How you want it? Over-easy, or I could scramble it
I got a plug in New Orleans, he went to Grambling
I'm sick I ain't got no Hi-Tech 'cause that's my medicine
Spent my money on a six of eight, but I ain't gambling
Please don't try to run off on me 'cause I ain't having it
But I'll drop the whole clip and let you have the shit
Freaked my Black and lit the wrong end on some backwards shit
Damn, I'm glad it wasn't no plastic tip
My lil' cousin wack as hell, but he'll whack some shit
Got enough to buy a pound, but I'ma grab a zip
I'm fiending, I'll pay two hundred for a line of Actavis
I'm still fucking with the Johnny Depp
Turn the beam on and gun you down, 'cause I'm out of breath
You caught a B on accident, you is not a threat
I ain't verified on Instagram, but I got a check

See, it's a disease
This how this shit go in the street
Either you gon' be the one doing it
Or it gon' get done to your ass
It got to happen one of them ways

Fatto

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