Dirty Pistol

[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