Rey Mysterio

Lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay] (It's a Wayne beat) Hold on (Is this K Dinero?) [Verse 1: YN Jay] I just pulled up with dogshit, look like hogshit I just shoot my shot from the three, it was all wrist I just hit her on my tippy-toes, she a tall bitch I probably got your bitch number on my call list Make your bitch wait for two hours, on my stall shit Keep a shotgun behind the counter, on my Paw shit Cross a nigga up like I'm Chris, on my Paul shit Hah, why you do that, Jay? Bitch let me fuck because I'm, yeah, 'cause I'm the Coochie Man Hah Walked in with my coochie friends, it's a coochie group Bitch, I don't wanna get no head, what that coochie do? Ooh-ah I'll get to growlin' in this bitch like a lion do .223s make your car stop like a siren do Bitch, your eye keep twitchin', who you lyin' to? You ain't know I had a record label? Who you signin' to? When I'm in the kitchen, I bе cookin', think I'm fryin' food I don't take pictures, when I shoot, I need a stabilizеr How you hit the road with no money? You can't pay a driver I'll tie a pussy nigga up with a cable wire [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] I just got into it with my lil' bitch 'cause I came inside her I might pull up in a long white van like a cable driver We really bite, we don't bark, you an ankle-biter Tryna redecorate my new crib, I went table shoppin' Ain't been on Big Beaver in a minute, I'm on Maple shoppin' Yeah, you know I had to hit Revive Drop thirty shots and spin around, see if he still alive I got tremendous aim with the Glock, I can hit a fly Hit a lame nigga in the top with the chop, he got his skillet fried I'll get to poppin' everywhere like when chicken fryin' The plug just threw me one bird, it's a chicken flyin' Baby, stop tryna touch my dick, four-nickel by it Grab the best pot out granny kitchen, drop a zip inside it [Verse 3: YN Jay & Rio Da Yung OG] Fuckin' this bitch real good, you see my hip providin' Seventeen in each pocket, you see a brick divided I ain't prepare to hit the nigga in his head, I had to improvise This is my 2020 'Lac, this is not Enterprise's I might drop an AMG truck and let my bitch drive it Whip my dick out in the dark, let my bitch find it My bitch cheated, I wasn't trippin', uh-uh, uh-uh My bitch cheatin', I wasn't, uh My bitch cheated, I wasn't trippin', but she poured my drank out, I was finna fight her I done fucked every bitch in Michigan 'cause I trick sometimes I don't wanna fuck when I'm off lean 'cause I get tired Light a nigga up, one strike, that's a big lighter I really like to break down, but I sold a brick one time Cars just came in the mail from the 619 Shot two hoes fightin' at the club, the big one died Asked me why I drink a lot of cough syrup, 'cause I be sick sometimes I ain't never sold no (Ah) I ain't never sold no (Roof), but I sold a pill one time I don't know Rey Mysterio, but I'ma 619 I need to buy a Rolex 'cause I forget my time I can't forget my iron, iron (Hah) Alright, yeah I don't got on wrinkled clothes, I can't forget my iron I can't leave my people at the bottom, can't forget my tribe Bitch asked me what's my zodiac? Don't forget my sign Drunk as hell talkin' to my bitch, I forget my lie [Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG] Yeah, let me tell you Alright, multitask when I went in, when I went Alright, multitask when I, ah I could roll I could roll a blunt Alright, watch this [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] I could roll a blunt, text my bitch, drive, and shoot the stick Take the PLR, disturb the peace, no Ludacris I just took a bougie bitch to Bucharest You probably hit me up last night, but I ain't see the text My jeweler said I can't get another chain 'cause he need some rest [Outro: Rio Da Yung OG] Ah, let me up, I need to stretch Fuck her with my gun in my hand, havin' evil sex Fuck, her, yeah Her bad-ass son touched my Palm Angels shirt, now I got Cheeto prints Yeah Burn the scene up after I bust, they ain't see no prints, man And I'll throw a— ball on my Tebow shit, alright Fuck around and have to— the pizza man, on my T.O. shit, ooh And I'll drop a nigga every Tuesday, on my P.O. shit, nigga, yeah And I got my chain from Golden Sun, let me see your shit Yeah, and thirty racks for the watch, let me see your wrist, yeah Nigga, and I only drink Wock', you can keep your Tris, yeah And just sent me ten lines of that, you can keep your six, alright Y'all niggas don't be on shit, yeah