Dirty Pop

Lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) Ghetto Boyz shit, man, alright [Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG] One, two, three, four Run up on Ri, bitch, that heat gon' blow Nigga 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 bitch 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 niggas' poles Ring his bell for all that joshin', let the Drac' sing a song Aw, shit, 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, bitch, I'm touchin' everybody I don't carе if you my cousin, bitch, 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 Bitch tryna get in with us, alright Alright, we deep, bitch, 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, bitch, 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 Bitch government could be Lollipop, I wouldn't lick that On any given day, got thick shit where my hip at Unless we talkin' 'bout my soul, I ain't got shit snatched Tiger stripes on a Redeye 'cause this a big 'Cat Left his present in the past, we got him gift-wrapped Last nigga speakin' on Militia got his shit splat Bitch, you know I modified the Glocky with some knickknacks All this shit that me and Rio talkin', we need Tic Tacs DM full of model bitches, 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 bitch at Somewhere gettin' fucked, 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 nigga, got a pair of Gucci socks on, they mismatched Bitch, 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 bitch, I up the big MAC Baby, you done ate my dick 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 shit bag Stomp the gas in the Tesla Plaid got me whiplash Man, boy, this bitch fast Gotta know I like to steal hoes, is your bitch bad? Ha, bitch, Dog Shit Militia, what up, Ri?