Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Accidental Shit Talking (Intro), artist - Rio Da Yung OG. Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Accidental Shit Talking (Intro) |
| Yeah, what up, Sav? |
| Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga |
| Hey |
| I’m a big homie, you a spot worker |
| Bitch, that’s a thousand pills in you, better stop twerkin' |
| Peezy called me and said rap and I just stopped workin' |
| My old bitch left me scarred, but it did not hurt me |
| Nope, that shit turned me to a beast |
| Hit the spot, hustled for three weeks, and I did not sleep |
| I got another gun on me, you must did not peep |
| 'Cause your dumb ass had audacity to try to rob me |
| Made it out the trenches, baby, I’m an odd-beater |
| You be drinkin' green lean, so your nine cheaper |
| I’ma hit the booth every day 'til my job complete |
| Don’t wanna pay that fee? |
| Well, go to them niggas down the street |
| I was sellin' real weed back in high school |
| Had the whole building smokin', that’s a high school |
| When you in my dopehouse, you got five rules |
| Don’t snitch, sniff, shoot, fall asleep, and you can’t lie too |
| Diesel called me with some red, I’m 'bout to fly to him |
| If I stack them twenties up, they like 5'2″ |
| Don’t give a fuck about that Draco, you can die shootin' it |
| Broke my heart when I dropped that pint, killers cry too |
| You heard what the fuck I said, I don’t repeat myself |
| I don’t look up to nobody, wanna be myself |
| If you asked me five years ago where I see myself |
| Would’ve told you in a dopehouse puttin' G’s on scales |
| Yeah, now my life did a three-sixty |
| Without a deal, I made three-fifty, you signed a three-sixty |
| I ain’t stingy, it’s enough food for you to eat with me |
| Hate when I help a nigga out and he compete with me |
| Damn, that shit unacceptable |
| Hit him with the fin, if he survive, he a vegetable |
| Okay, I fuck you seventeen times, what that neck could do? |
| You jumped back in the streets and then told, I can’t respect you |
| Kids damn near havin' seizures, they see me in person |
| Nigga, fuck some Benihanas, you might see me at Church’s |
| Them niggas tried to jump me, now they leavin' in hearses |
| Tryna cook a whole brick with that same pot you used to deep fry turkey |
| Yeah, hey, you niggas ham sandwich |
| Karate chop a whole brick, I’m a gram master |
| I might pull up to the hood in a Grand National |
| Dog knocked so many fiends out, it’s a grand champion |
| Nigga |