Dirty Pistol

Lyrics

[Chorus: Risktaker Slap & Rio Da Young OG] [?] nigga, I ain''t taxing on a ticket I'm plugged in, [?] grams, no limit This dog food strong as hell, I gotta hit it Twenty five to sixty, gotta scrape 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 fuck these bitches Slap and Ri in the booth, we finna get [?] World famous on the beat, I know you niggas hear it And [?] with no [?], my life license suspended When it come to catching sails, I gotta go get it Banging testers, giving testers, now they fucking with me In the coupe getting high, with my fucking glizzy If an opp try to slide, then I'm dropping fifty Bitch, yeah, that's real talk Pick her up, if she don't fuck, I'm making her walk I live a life like a movie, bitch, [?] play your part I put a beam on the heat, then shoot in the dark My pops call, said tomorrow he gon' have an eight My brothers locked in that cage, I gotta keep it straight Rio, tell 'em what you did with that thirty eight Bro dropped a twenty eight, then let it dry off on the plate [Chorus: Risktaker Slap & Rio Da Young OG] [?] nigga, I ain''t taxing on a ticket I'm plugged in, [?] grams, no limit This dog food strong as hell, I gotta hit it Twenty five to sixty, gotta scrape 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 dog sales, I don't fucking work Unc ran out of [?] Imma cut the work Put that shit in the blender, make sure you touch it first Fuck around and brought the wrong cut it came out fucking purple Dawg bought a fake wok pint, now he don't fuck with purple Talking 'bout he only want the red, but I can cut that worse I can't find that good dope I got my mama searching Made a big mistake and killed the fiend, but nobody's perfect Selling grams of sizzy with a glizzy, with 3 bodies on it, getting dizzy Hitting dawg, I put some molly on it I fuck a bitch 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 nigga 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] [?] nigga, I ain't taxing on a ticket I'm plugged in, [?] grams, no limit This dog food strong as hell, I gotta hit it Twenty five to sixty, gotta scrape 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