Dirty Pistol Rio Da Yung OG (Ft. Risktaker Slap)

[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