Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ray Mysterio, artist - Westside Gunn. Date of issue: 28.12.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ray Mysterio |
| Turn Judas for them Yeezy Season 3s |
| The pump’s in the sleeves, don’t make a nigga reach |
| Coke look bleach, a posse of folks by the scene |
| Bust and duck, take a shit, stink (Shit stink, nigga) |
| Same night off for a week |
| Off-White collab, the MAC hangin' out the Lambo Jeep (Brrr) |
| If you slip, I better catch yo' ass |
| Get you 32 real fast (Real fast) |
| My nigga this Hall and Nash |
| The imperial |
| Everything we shoot got no serials |
| This fly shit through your stereos |
| Coupe flip like Ray Mysterio (Now Listen) |
| You fuck niggas don’t hear me though |
| This that Fashion Avenue flow |
| Get it like tuna and blow it then we blow |
| They can’t do nothin' but respect us (Ow! Ow! Ow!) |
| Man listen, we got EmpresSil |
| Tie it to the blood clot (Betta watch yo' head) |
| Look, nigga rappin' that’s half as ill that can match the skill that’s half as |
| real |
| Niggas be sayin «Con you have to chill» |
| 'Cause I be spazzin' still, I swear these sucka niggas weird |
| Rap is good, but I will clap 'em still and fuck up my career |
| I ain’t worried 'bout a jail, don’t give a fuck about them years |
| Wild until I get the needle or I fuckin' get the chair |
| You got a blicky, but you pussy niggas bust it out of fear |
| My shooter in fatigues, shawty like me huntin' for a deal, yeah (Boom, boom) |
| Run down on you and fire twice |
| The bullet wound lookin' like a lion bite |
| Bullets lookin' like a half a stick of dynamite |
| I was buyin' guns when you other niggas was buyin' Nikes |
| Rhymer likes Esco when the '90s flow raw as a line of white |
| I beat your favorite rapper with an iron pipe (Okay) |
| In the winter, fly to LA, where the climate right |
| Fuckin' the kinda hoes you’ll never fuck in your entire life (Hahaha) |
| Versace belt just to tuck the ratchet (Uh-huh) |
| You can smell the piss on them bricks before I bust the plastic (Okay) |
| Shooters lurkin' for you, they in fuckin' traffic (They lurkin') |
| They won’t rest until they put you in a fuckin' casket, ugh! |
| (Brrr) |
| You had to really, really do something to get killed |
| Let’s take it right on on |
| You said good for what? |
| Bottom line (Bottom line) |
| Word up |
| It’s a whole different world |
| The fuck is that? |
| Fuck you talkin' 'bout? |