Shit Talkin’, Pt. 2

Rio da yung Og Shit talkn pt2

Intro

Say they like the way I rap i be shit talkn
Unc like the way i trap i be brick off'n
Shot a nigga wit my AR & i just bought it
He said he had a brick of soft but he just talkn

(Verse)
My bricks come seran wrapped or they come in coffins
Niggas walk in to tough they gone leave in coffins
Told my bitch when she see the doctor walk in coughin
Sell a thousand pills then go buy a chain by ben baller
Ima a mf hustler
If i get some good dope ima mf cutter
Playin hide & seek tryna found a thousand blue hunnids
Drop a thousand sumn shots leave him mf puzzled
Or i can hit him in the head & leave a fuckin puddle
Now im chillen with my feet out i feel like berny rubble
Yesterday i sold a zip a rocks I'm just being humble
Earlier i drunk a pint of wok thats why im seeing doubles
Im a rapper & a shooter & a lean junkie
But if you see me with 2 niggas im with 3 hustlers
Sold a nigga 6grams of hard i can see it crumbling
I got some other shit too but i want 300
I got my Glock in the club that why im mean mugging
I got a roll on me too these hoes keep buggin
Whippin all the blues out & threw 300
My nigga poured a pint in the club i gave him 300
4 deep but we mobbin like we 300
Ass backwards ill double back & leave sumn
Plug asked me if im ready told him keep em comin
If im payin for em make my pros he gone keep on frontin
My bitch seen my in my phone its 3 in the morning
Girl this ain't no bitch im textn feinds
They bringing my money
I gotta pack my shit up im leaving on sunday
I gotta thousand percocets im keeping a hunnid
Shoot my nigga 57 he dont keep it a hunnid
Kill a nigga in a foreign car & leave it on Bundy
I ain't doing this shit for nun
If a middle man a gram i gotta make a fuckin hunnid
If he in a ambulance ima follow with the hurl
And we don't drink to 2 11 but we dropped him from the 40
If he got his son with him
Ima drop him & his shorty
& if he got his gun with him
Ima sell it to my cousin
Ima take it off his hip
Ima pop him in his nugget
Tied plug wit dem bows
Prolly got em for a hunnid
Got some lines of morten-grove
You can cop em' for a hunnid
If we wrestle in the club
Ima pop u in the stomach