dirty pop - lando bando, rio da yung og & stanwill lyrics
[intro: rio da yung og]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
(it’s lando, your b*tch know, don’t let your b*tch go, n*gga)
ghetto boyz sh*t, man, alright
[verse 1: rio da yung og]
one, two, three, four
run up on ri, b*tch, that heat gon’ blow
n*gga get too close to me, lil’ d gon’ blow
i do not know how much lean lil e gon’ pour
we could really drink two pints in an hour
poured an eight, then ate two vics and an oxy’
106 on me, and i got a b*tch that look like rocsi
the way i chop the dope up, you would think i knew karate
[verse 2: stanwill]
five, six, seven, i got ate by your ho
i’ma stop, drop, and roll if it’s pape’ on the floor
presidential candidate the way bro take n*ggas’ poles
ring his bell for all that joshin’, let the drac’ sing a song
aw, sh*t, i just spilled my pop
fishbowlin’ in that whip, gon’ up the rod and reel my opps
banana clip hangin’ out the drac’, i’m tryna peel his top
brodie rollin’ logs, say all his wounds only heal by ‘za
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
i just drunk a wholе brick, i’m out my body
i’ll pull up on your strip bustin’ the shotty
buckshots in it, b*tch, i’m touchin’ everybody
i don’t carе if you my cousin, b*tch, i’m cuttin’ everybody
in ’18, i was sippin’ on a muddy cup of quali’
i’m still poppin’ dog up for puttin’ that money up on quanny
it could be ten years, i won’t forget that
b*tch tryna get in with us, alright
alright, we deep, b*tch, tryna jump in, like, where you gon’ sit at?
lam’ truck cost two*fifty, i can get that
glock pop, hit him in his top, b*tch, i’m with that
this a dirty pop, we just poured a ten, where that six at?
[verse 4: stanwill]
better not cap around gang, we like to hit hats
do him with the glock like i’m his granny, where that switch at?
oh, he macho? bullets hit him in his six*pack
b*tch government could be lollipop, i wouldn’t l!ck that
on any given day, got thick sh*t where my hip at
unless we talkin’ ’bout my soul, i ain’t got sh*t sn*tched
tiger stripes on a redeye ’cause this a big ‘cat
left his present in the past, we got him gift*wrapped
last n*gga speakin’ on militia got his sh*t splat
b*tch, you know i modified the glocky with some knickknacks
all this sh*t that me and rio talkin’, we need tic tacs
dm full of model b*tches, you hit big backs
[verse 5: rio da yung og]
out of town bustin’ oxys down where they rich at
why you lookin’ for the green? you need to wonder where your b*tch at
somewhere gettin’ f*cked, stuffed, sucked, and gettin’ sent back
bro, don’t pop your head out, i’ll hit that
i ain’t really trippin’ over the hi*tech, but i miss act’
rich n*gga, got a pair of gucci socks on, they mismatched
b*tch, we drink lean like it’s beer, bring me a six*pack
bro went on vacation overseas, i told him bring a brick back
[verse 6: stanwill]
ain’t no fries comin’ with this b*tch, i up the big mac
baby, you done ate my d*ck already, where your lyft at?
gotta know militia gettin’ first, it ain’t no get*backs
pull up thinkin’ we gon’ knuckle up, i wouldn’t risk that
all this money in a louis duffle, it’s a sh*t bag
stomp the gas in the tesla plaid got me whiplash
man, boy, this b*tch fast
gotta know i like to steal hoes, is your b*tch bad?
ha, b*tch, dog sh*t militia, what up, ri?
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