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call us even (810 shit) - expen$ive & rio da yung og lyrics

[intro]
(dj updoe)

[verse 1: expen$ive]
four*five, it’s only right i shoot this n*gga nine times
he a p*ssy, i’m tryna see if he got nine lives
think smart, stop smokin’ with these hoes, roll up your own zaz’
she suck my d*ck and roll your backwood, now y’all d*ck high
i keep pourin’ more and more drink like i ain’t gettin’ high
been tryna do right, but i just can’t, it’s like my tenth try
n*gga, you ain’t shoot that party up, you shot up in the sky
don’t say you slid on n*ggas before if they ain’t get hit and die
i got forty thousand on me, but i’m just gettin’ by
my pastor in church preachin’ in moncler, he gettin’ rich off tithes
two fours, a brick, and a glock, b*tch, this my school supplies
i ain’t cheap, i’ll ask a b*tch what’s her shoe size
i’ll ask my plug for a front and don’t even need it
i got the money, but in case he hit it, i can make us even
this ho a human vacuum, she can seriously suck some s*m*n
b*tch, i’m no different, when i’m f*ckin’, i’m a fully demon
my psyche said i signed with marcus, i’m on my way to neimans
my opp died in the hospital, they couldn’t stop the bleedin’
played sick just to go to hurley ’cause i wanted to see it
keep a smart b*tch ’cause i can count, but i might not read it
she suck my d*ck for an hour, this b*tch act like she t**thin’
caught my b*tch cheatin’, choked her up, she d*mn near stopped breathin’
i bought a brick and lost a half, i ain’t been eatin’
lost my appetite, shot him nine times, now i call it seasoning
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
just know i had a hundred cash on me if you saw me cheatin’
my b*tch said i ain’t sh*t, i told her, “leave, you got a lot of reasons”
don’t get offended if i f*ck your sister, she look kinda freaky
i can f*ck three hoes in one day, you know i’m kinda sneaky
probably two hundred cash around when i’m with expen$ive
i can drink a whole eight of act’ straight and that sh*t expensive
i know your n*gga got a lil’ pape’, but i might be richer
thought they was slidin’ on me, dropped thirty shots, i might be trippin’
if you ain’t never made two hundred racks, i’m not gon’ miss you
i hate that b*tch so much, she can die right now, i’m not gon’ miss her
i can hit a b*tch raw, but i’m not gon’ kiss her
disrespect me, i’ma knock your ass out, i’m not a sissy
i just drunk a pint of lean by myself, i’m kinda p*ssy
i was finna go and make this ‘bow play, but it’s kinda iffy
just had to use my trigger finger, it was kinda itchy
forty*seven racks for a chain, you can round it to fifty
this a muddy cup of wock’ and another glock
this n*gga threw a shot and went ot, got his brother dropped
this ain’t the same rolex you seen, this another watch
touch da yung og, guarantee mike drop a hundred shots
from the bedrock, chase you down barefooted, b*tch, i’m burnin’ rubber
just took three 30s and one 10, i’m off a perc*100
drunk a bunch of lean last night, got my stomach hurtin’
i can drink two pints by myself, i’m not your average person
[verse 3: expen$ive]
i hit a n*gga for twenty racks, he open like a curtain
i tried to f*ck this b*tch for an hour, but my p*b*s started hurtin’
treat my n*ggas like ron artest, i threw them n*ggas ‘bows
remember we was broke as h*ll, around this b*tch sharin’ clothes
now we can go out of state and we can share some hoes
i just met this pretty lightskinned b*tch, i might l!ck her toes
told my plug stop callin’ my phone, i’m finna do some shows
naw, i’m just playin’, send me another load

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
sh*t, i got a hundred ‘bows
forty*five hundred each one, go and buy some rolls
yeah, i’m strapped, but i’ll whoop a n*gga ass, i ain’t no f*ckin’ ho
sh*t, since you so generous, let me f*ck your ho
i got some bronx n*ggas doin’ buck*fifties, they’ll cut your throat
in the old*school doin’ one*sixty, feel like i’m on a boat
these n*ggas probably just wanna smoke, they don’t want no smoke
’cause the smoke i’m givin’ out’ll leave holes if it touch your throat

[outro: rio da yung og]
n*gga
ghetto boyz sh*t, n*gga, you know what the f*ck goin’ on
what up, expen$ive?
this another one
y’all n*ggas can’t f*ck with us, n*gga, 810 sh*t

- expenive rio da yung og lyrics

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