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dirty pistol - rio da yung og lyrics

[chorus: risktaker slap & rio da young og]
[?] n*gga, i ain’t taxing on a ticket
i’m plugged in, [?] grams, no limit
this dog food strong as h*ll, i gotta hit it
twenty five to sixty, gotta scr*pe it out the blender
sell that to stores, tell them give me ten minutes
club waiting on a half, i had to have ri with me
i’m still riding ith a scale and a dirty pistol
cuz wanna [?] flat charge him 750

[verse 1: risktaker slap]
i’m good on these hoes
still f*ck these b*tches
slap and ri in the booth, we finna get [?]
world famous on the beat, i know you n*ggas hear it
and [?] with no [?], my life [?]
when it come to catching sails, i gotta go get it
banging testers, giving [?], now they f*cking with me
in the coupe getting high, with my f*cking glizzy
if an opp try to slide, then i’m dropping fifty
b*tch, yeah, that’s real talk
pick her up, if she don’t f*ck, i’m making her walk
i live a life like a movie, b*tch, [?] play your part
i put a beam on the heat, [?] shoot in the dark
my pops call, said tomorrow he gon’ have an eight
my brothers locked in that cage, i gotta keep [?]
rio, tell ’em what you did with that thirty eight
[?] dropped a twenty eight, then let it dry off on the plate
[chorus: risktaker slap & rio da young og]
[?] n*gga, i ain’t taxing on a ticket
i’m plugged in, [?] grams, no limit
this dog food strong as h*ll, i gotta hit it
twenty five to sixty, gotta scr*pe it out the blender
sell that to stores, tell them give me ten minutes
club waiting on a half, i had to have ri with me
i’m still riding ith a scale and a dirty pistol
cuz wanna [?] flat charge him 750

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
back to back [?] sails, i don’t f*cking work
[?] ran out of [?] imma cut the work
put that sh*t in the blender, make sure you touch it first
f*ck around and brought them [?] f*cking purple
dawg bought a fake wok pint, now he don’t f*ck with purp
talking ’bout he only want the rd, but i can cut that worse
i can’t find [?] i got my mama searching
made a big mistake and k!lled the fiend, but n0body’s perfect
selling grams of sizzy with a glizzy, everybody’s on [?] getting dizzy
hitting dawg, i put some molly on it
i f*ck a b*tch soul out and steal her charger from her
got her getting skinny off the blow, i stole her body from her
i bust a square down, and sell a lotta circles
my lil n*gga on my ass, you wanna drop something for me
have him knock your head off your shoulders, for a lotta nothing
sounding like it’s ’bout to thunder storm, that’s the charger coming
[chorus: risktaker slap & rio da young og]
[?] n*gga, i ain’t taxing on a ticket
i’m plugged in, [?] grams, no limit
this dog food strong as h*ll, i gotta hit it
twenty five to sixty, gotta scr*pe it out the blender
sell that to stores, tell them give me ten minutes
club waiting on a half, i had to have ri with me
i’m still riding ith a scale and a dirty pistol
cuz wanna [?] flat charge him 750

- rio da yung og lyrics

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