Rey Mysterio (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Boobie Lootaveli] 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? [Verse 1: Boobie Lootaveli] One lick, two sticks, three-hit, four clips I ain't got time to be dealing with no ho shit (Got no time) Hunnid round drum and it speakin' no sense (Hunnid rounds) Hunnid round drum, wettin' up your whole shit (Ayy, Boo-boo) [Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli] Jump in a coupe, candy yam interior Throw the mask on like I'm Rey Mysterio Pull up to your block, ho, what's your dealio? Circle got small like a goddamn Cheerio [Verse 2: Boobie Lootaveli] 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 (Damn) 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 Ayy, shout out to the gang, we ain't saying names, yeah I was somewhere up the road in a paper plane, yeah Keep your mind on a swivel when you making plays, yeah 'Fore the feds take you somewhere you don't wanna stay, yeah [Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli] Jump in a coupe, candy yam interior Throw the mask on like I'm Rey Mysterio Pull up to your block, ho, what's your dealio? Circle got small like a goddamn Cheerio [Verse 3: Boobie Lootaveli] 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 Sittin' low in the coupe, gave me high blood pressure Dip through the block, dodgin' 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 doin' so bad for a fucked up spic Go and get your cake, this is not a race, yeah Don't be sorry, ho, 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 [Chorus: Boobie Lootaveli] Jump in a coupe, candy yam interior Throw the mask on like I'm Rey Mysterio Pull up to your block, ho, what's your dealio? Circle got small like a goddamn Cheerio [Verse 4: Pouya] What's the deal? Boobie up the heater like it's wintertime You ain't talkin' about that cold heart Well, that's a waste of my Clout demons are waste of my I just faced to whatever the fuck you gave me Now, I'm wasted now Give me the keys, I'm leavin' Got no destination or reason either How the fuck I fit three hoes in a two-seater? I'm like a genius, Jesus wearin' Adidas Underground Underdog can't be defeated I'm a cult leader, help me feed a bad bitch, beat it, yeah (Yeah) [Outro: Boobie Lootaveli] One lick, two sticks, three-hit, four clips I ain't got time to be dealing with no ho shit Hunnid round drum and it speakin' no sense (Hunnid rounds) Hunnid round drum, wettin' up your whole shit (Ayy, Boo-boo)