Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Accidental Shit Talking 2 , by - Rio Da Yung OG. Release date: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Accidental Shit Talking 2 |
| 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 |