Ray Mysterio (feat. Westside Gunn & Conway)

Ayo (brrr)

Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo (ayo, ayo)

(Brrr)

Luxurious fly shit (rrr)

Ayo (ayo)

Turn Judas for them Yeezy Season 3s

The pump's in the sleeves, don't make a **** reach

Coke look bleach, pots and forks by the sink

Busted duct tape, that shit stink (shit stink, ****)

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

Gave you 32 real fast (real fast)

My **** this Hall and Nash

The imperial

Everything we shoot got no serials

This fly shit through your stereos

Coke flip like Ray Mysterio (now listen...)

You fuck **** don't hear me though

This that Fashion Avenue flow

Get it like Tuna in Blow, and 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 (better watch yo' head)

Look, name a rapper that's half as ill

That can match the skill that's half as real

**** be saying, "Con' you have to chill"

'Cause I be spazzin' still, I swear these sucka **** 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

Wilin' 'til I get the needle, or I fuckin' get the chair

You got a blicky, but you pussy **** bust it out of fear

My shooter in fatigues, shotty like he huntin' for a deer, 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 **** was buyin' Nikes

Rhymer like 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

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, everything will be alright

You said good for what? A mill walk in the backward

Low bottom line (bottom line)

Word up

It's a whole different world

The fuck is that? Yes

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

I'm from the back

Remember so you won't be seen on the album

Fuck, that makes you happy now?

It gon' get loud

Probably ain't got no record player anyway