Ray Mysterio
Conway the Machine, The Alchemist, Westside Gunn
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Ayo (brrt) Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo (ayo, ayo) Luxurious fly shit (brrt, brrt) Ayo (ayo) Turn Judas for them Yeezy Season 3s The pump's in the sleeves, don't make a nigga reach Coke look bleach, pots and forks by the sink Busted duct tape, that shit stink (shit stink, nigga) Same night off for a week Off-white collab, the MAC hangin' out the Lambo Jeep (brrt) If you slip, I better catch yo' ass Gave 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 Coke flip like Ray Mysterio (now listen) You f*ck niggas 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 (Man, listen, we got EmpresSil) yeah Talk to them bloodclaat, zeen? (You was already fucking up) (Betta watch yo' head) Look, name a rapper 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 f*ck up my career (facts) I ain't worried 'bout a jail Don't give a f*ck about them years (uh-uh) 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 Shotty like he huntin' for a deer, yeah (boom, 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 Rhymin' like Esco in 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 f*ck in your entire life Uh, Versace belt just to tuck the ratchet (uh-huh) 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, uh (brrt) Had to really, really do something to get killed Let's take it right on on, everything will be alright, y'all You said good for what? The streets love ain't about love, you know Bottom line (bottom line, word up) It's a whole different code That, that's where the gang's at The f*ck is that? What's that? F*ck you talkin' 'bout? I don't run from the bag I know one thing for sure, you won't be seen on the album F*ck that niceness, see, y'all be nice, you know I'm sayin' I'm in my fucking bag (You gon' get loud, ah) are you dumb? Probably ain't got no record player nowhere So there you are, you getting the 411
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Written by: Daniel Alan Maman, Alvin Lamar Worthy, Demond Price
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