Pouya, Boobie Lootaveli - Rey Mysterio (Remix)

Ya dig? Will Snow on the beat bitch Lil Harsh, Boobie Lootaveli aka Lil Baby Bogota Mr Color Coordination, the Fat Fabio Tiburon Durado, Caramel Dynamite The Tan Jason Statham, Speedboat Randy Life on our terms, Lil Harsh, ya dig? One lick, two sticks, three hit, four clips I ain't got time to be dealing with no ho shit (Got no time) Hunnit round drum and it speaking no sense (Hunnit rounds) Hunnit round drum, wetting up your whole shit (Ay, Boo-boo) Jump in the 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 God damn Cheerio 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 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 Jump in the 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 God damn Cheerio 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 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 Jump in the 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 God damn Cheerio What's the deal? Boobie up the heater like it's winter time You ain't talking about that cold heart But 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 leaving Got no destination or reason neither How the fuck I fit three hoes in a two seater? I'm like a genius, Jesus wearing Adidas Underground underdog can't be defeated I'm a cult leader, help me feed a bad bitch, beat it, yeah (Yeah) One lick, two sticks, three hit, four clips I ain't got time to be dealing with no ho shit Hunnit round drum and it speaking no sense (Hunnit rounds) Hunnit round drum, wettin' up your whole shit (Ay, Boo-boo)