Ray Mysterio Songtext
von Westside Gunn

Ay yo (brrr)
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo (ay yo, ay yo)
(Brrr)
Luxurious fly shit (brrr)
Ay yo (ay yo)

Turn Judas for them Yeezy Season 3s
The pump′s in the sleeves, don't make a nigga reach (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 (brrr)
If you slip, I better catch yo' ass (catch yo' ass)
Gave you 32 real fast (real fast) (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)

My nigga this Hall and Nash (Hall and Nash)
The imperial (imperial)
Everything we shoot got no serials (pow-pow-pow-pow-pow)
This fly shit through your stereos (stereos)


Coke flip like Ray Mysterio (now listen)
You fuck niggas don′t hear me though (don′t hear me though)
This that Fashion Avenue flow (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
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 (facts)
I ain′t worried ′bout a jail
Don't give a fuck about them years (uh-huh)
Wilin′ 'til 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)
Run down on you and fire twice (fire twice)


The bullet wound lookin′ like a lion bite (lion bite)
Bullets lookin' like a half a stick of dynamite
I was buyin' guns when you other niggas 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 (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