Rey Mysterio

One lick, two sticks, three hit, four clips

I ain't got time to be dealin' with no ho shit

Hunnid round drum and it speakin' no sense

Hunnid round drum wettin' up your whole shit

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 goddamn 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

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 gang 'cause it's sold, not told

Shout t the gang, we ain't sayin' names, yeah

I was somewhere up the road in a paper plate, yeah

Keep your mind on a swivel when you makin' plays, yeah

'Fore them 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 goddamn Cheerio

Hands to yourself, don't touch my leather

Good drink, big cups, .44, cold weather

Drop a coupe, 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 spick

Go and get your cake, this is not a race, yeah

Don't be sorry hoe, be careful, get up out my face, yeah

Don't be talkin' to them people when they at your place, yeah

They gon' give your ass an option you don't wanna take, yeah

One lick, two sticks, three hit, four clips

I ain't got time to be dealin' with  no ho shit

Hunnid round drum and it speakin' no sense

Hunnid round drum wettin' up your whole shit