Dirty Pistol lyrics

[Chorus: Risktaker Slap & Rio Da Young OG]
[?] n*gga, 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 f*ck these b*tches
Slap and Ri in the booth, we finna get [?]
World famous on the beat, I know you n*ggas 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 f*cking with me
In the coupe getting high, with my f*cking glizzy
If an opp try to slide, then I'm dropping fifty
b*tch, yeah, that's real talk
Pick her up, if she don't f*ck, I'm making her walk
I live a life like a movie, b*tch, [?] 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]
[?] n*gga, 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 f*cking work
Unc ran out of [?] Imma cut the work
Put that sh*t in the blender, make sure you touch it first
f*ck around and brought the wrong cut it came out f*cking purple
Dawg bought a fake wok pint, now he don't f*ck 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 f*ck a b*tch 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 n*gga 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]
[?] n*gga, 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