Call Us Even (810 sh*t) lyrics

[Intro]
(DJ Updoe)

[Verse 1: Expen$ive]
Four-five, it's only right I shoot this n*gga nine times
He a pus*y, I'm tryna see if he got nine lives
Think smart, stop smokin' with these hoes, roll up your own zaz'
She suck my di*k and roll your Backwood, now y'all di*k high
I keep pourin' more and more drink like I ain't gettin' high
Been tryna do right, but I just can't, it's like my tenth try
n*gga, you ain't shoot that party up, you shot up in the sky
Don't say you slid on n*ggas before if they ain't get hit and die
I got forty thousand on me, but I'm just gettin' by
My pastor in church preachin' in Moncler, he gettin' rich off tithes
Two fours, a brick, and a Glock, b*tch, this my school supplies
I ain't cheap, I'll ask a b*tch what's her shoe size
I'll ask my plug for a front and don't even need it
I got the money, but in case he hit it, I can make us even
This ho a human vacuum, she can seriously suck some semen
b*tch, I'm no different, when I'm f*ckin', I'm a fully demon
My psyche said I signed with Marcus, I'm on my way to Neimans
My opp died in the hospital, they couldn't stop the bleedin'
Played sick just to go to Hurley 'cause I wanted to see it
Keep a smart b*tch 'cause I can count, but I might not read it
She suck my di*k for an hour, this b*tch act like she teethin'
Caught my b*tch cheatin', choked her up, she damn near stopped breathin'
I bought a brick and lost a half, I ain't been eatin'
Lost my appetite, shot him nine times, now I call it seasoning
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Just know I had a hundred cash on me if you saw me cheatin'
My b*tch said I ain't sh*t, I told her, "Leave, you got a lot of reasons"
Don't get offended if I f*ck your sister, she look kinda freaky
I can f*ck three hoes in one day, you know I'm kinda sneaky
Probably two hundred cash around when I'm with Expen$ive
I can drink a whole eight of Act' straight and that sh*t expensive
I know your n*gga got a lil' pape', but I might be richer
Thought they was slidin' on me, dropped thirty shots, I might be trippin'
If you ain't never made two hundred racks, I'm not gon' miss you
I hate that b*tch so much, she can die right now, I'm not gon' miss her
I can hit a b*tch raw, but I'm not gon' kiss her
Disrespect me, I'ma knock your ass out, I'm not a sissy
I just drunk a pint of lean by myself, I'm kinda p*ssy
I was finna go and make this 'bow play, but it's kinda iffy
Just had to use my trigger finger, it was kinda itchy
Forty-seven racks for a chain, you can round it to fifty
This a muddy cup of Wock' and another Glock
This n*gga threw a shot and went OT, got his brother dropped
This ain't the same Rolex you seen, this another watch
Touch Da Yung OG, guarantee Mike drop a hundred shots
From the bedrock, chase you down barefooted, b*tch, I'm burnin' rubber
Just took three 30s and one 10, I'm off a Perc-100
Drunk a bunch of lean last night, got my stomach hurtin'
I can drink two pints by myself, I'm not your average person
[Verse 3: Expen$ive]
I hit a n*gga for twenty racks, he open like a curtain
I tried to f*ck this b*tch for an hour, but my pubes started hurtin'
Treat my n*ggas like Ron Artest, I threw them n*ggas 'bows
Remember we was broke as hell, around this b*tch sharin' clothes
Now we can go out of state and we can share some hoes
I just met this pretty lightskinned b*tch, I might lick her toes
Told my plug stop callin' my phone, I'm finna do some shows
Naw, I'm just playin', send me another load

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
sh*t, I got a hundred 'bows
Forty-five hundred each one, go and buy some rolls
Yeah, I'm strapped, but I'll whoop a n*gga ass, I ain't no f*ckin' ho
sh*t, since you so generous, let me f*ck your ho
I got some Bronx n*ggas doin' buck-fifties, they'll cut your throat
In the old-school doin' one-sixty, feel like I'm on a boat
These n*ggas probably just wanna smoke, they don't want no smoke
'Cause the smoke I'm givin' out'll leave holes if it touch your throat

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
n*gga
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga, you know what the f*ck goin' on
What up, Expen$ive?
This another one
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with us, n*gga, 810 sh*t