Still Shit Talking

Yeah
What up though?
It's Rio Da Young OG, nigga
Boyz in this bitch, nigga
Free Big Ghetto
Free the whole ghetto
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Still shit talkin', nigga
This shit still in me too, nigga
Al Geno3
I'm noddin' off wastin' ashes on my Burberry
High as fuck, tired of smokin' Runtz, who got some old cherry?
Moncler bubble coat you in a whole pelly
Fuck a bitch and steal some out her purse, you know I'm so petty
But it's a diamond glues on me, I ain't broke, baby
Gucci guilty, got her sniffin' on me, I ain't coke, baby
Niggas really soft, but yet on Facebook actin' so crazy
Pick up some snow and cut a nigga brick, I'll snowflake him
Red tips in the 9, I'll yellow tape him
Best pick up some Perc 30s, and I'm scared to take one
Bust down a hundred bows right now and won't sell a eighthy
Two K's will lift his soul up, have him levitating
Pussy probably shoot me in my back 'cause he scared to face me
And I put that on my kids, Reggie babies
Just made a half off ten grams of glue and a reggie eighthy
I got some blow that's hittin' hard, you ready, Auntie?
Just hit a line that one time, I'm prayin' for your safety
They tryna give my nigga all that time, I'm prayin' for his babies
Might as well come and work for us, we payin' more than Macy's
Scared to hit a bitch out in the C's, I heard they got rabies
Seven Perc 10s got me itchin' like I got scabies
Dog don't even know if them his kids, he got five maybes
Two 9s will hit him seven times like July 18th
Bro was 19, he caught more bullets than Rashard Davis
I'm high as fuck off Phenergan, I need another Black
Tryna go to war with one four five, I need another strap
I need a K, damn, I wish it was 16, I had a bunch of AKs
If you bought some lean and tried to leave, then I was cuttin' that
Facts
Tryna bake a brick, show me where the nearest oven at
Where it at?
I got a thousand rocks, just show me where they payin' double at
If I sell 'em in a week, then I'ma double back
I'm on my way
Tryna sell dog a hit pint, hey, where Double at?
Two G's
I tell it how it is, this humble rap, I don't mumble rap
I got the cash to buy this shit, but I'm punchin' that
On my way OT, if it go good, I ain't comin' back
Five hundred pills in a bag with a bunch of crack
Let them bitches get behind us, we tuckin' that
Don't give a fuck if I'm with my granny, she stuffin' that
Tryna make a hundred bands off a zip, y'all hustle backwards
If they get the ups and I have to run, I'm bustin' backwards
I knew it was straight drop when I cut the plastic
Whack a nigga, burn his body up, then puff the ashes
Talkin' heartbreaks, I dropped a pint of Tech and bust the glass
I knew it was snakes in the yard, so I shot up the grass
Took my mama paycheck and bought a strap, she whooped my ass
I left and ran into an opp and bust his head
Popped a perky, hit her on the air mattress and bust the bed
I left the watch, straight drop, but I cut the red
I still put the tax on it like Uncle Sam
Put my trust in a old Taurus and it fuckin' jammed
Me and Tay just stumped a nigga out, he got a pumpkin head
How you sellin' dope on DDA and don't know Pumpkinhead?