Rey Mysterio

[Intro]
Ya dig?
Will Snow on the beat bitch
Lil Harse, Boobie Lootaveli AKA Lil Baby Bogota
Mr. Color Coordination, The Fat Fabio, El Tiburon Dorado
Caramel Dynamite, The Tan Jason Statham, Speedboat Randy
Life On Our terms, Lil Harse, ya dig?

[Pre-Chorus]
One lick, two sticks, three hit, four clips
I ain't got time to be dealing with no hoe shit
Hunnit round drum and it speaking no sense
Hunnit round drum, wetting up your whole shit

[Chorus]
Jump in the coupe candy yam interior
Throw the mask on like I’m Rey Mysterio
Pull up to your block hoe, what's your dealio?
Circle got small like a god damn Cheerio

[Verse 1]
Raise the price up, you don't know no better
Ice cold, neck froze, need about four sweaters
She a big dick eater, well known go getter
I splash on the bitch, big white girl stepper
Walk in the trap, turn the wifi on
Turn the lights down low, totin’ pipes and poles
And her waist real small, but her ass on swole
I don't preach no game 'cause it's sold not told
Shout out to the gang, we ain't saying names, yeah
I was somewhere up the road in a paper plate, yeah
Keep your mind on a swivel when you making plays, yeah
'Fore them feds take you somewhere you don't wanna stay, yeah

[Chorus]
Jump in the coupe candy yam interior
Throw the mask on like I'm Rey Mysterio
Pull up to your block hoe, what’s your dealio?
Circle got small like a god damn Cheerio

[Verse 2]
Hands to yourself, don’t touch my leather
Good drink, big cups, .44, cold weather
Drop a cool six zips, I don't think I measure
Sitting low in the coupe, gave me high blood pressure
Dip through the block, dodging cops round shit
I maneuver through the field like my name Mike Vick
Sell pale when I wake, then I load my stick
I’m not doing so bad for a fucked up spick
Go on and get your k, this is not a race, yeah
Don't be sorry, hoe be careful, get up out my face, yeah
Don't be talking to them people when they at your place, yeah
They gon' give your ass an option you don’t wanna take, yeah

[Outro]
One lick, two sticks, three hit, four clips
I ain't got time to be dealing with no hoe shit
Hunnit round drum and it speaking no sense
Hunnit round drum, wettin' up your whole shit