Rey Mysterio - Rio Da Yung OG

I just pulled up with dogshit, look like hogshit

I just shoot my shot from the three, it was all wrist

I just hit her on my tippy-toes, she a tall bitch

I probably got your bitch number on my call list

Make your bitch wait for two hours, on my stall shit

Keep a shotgun behind the counter, on my Paw shit

Cross a nigga up like I’m Chris, on my Paul shit

Hah, why you do that, Jay?

Bitch let me fuck because I’m, yeah, 'cause I’m the Coochie Man

Hah

Walked in with my coochie friends, it’s a coochie group

Bitch, I don’t wanna get no head, what that coochie do?

Ooh-ah

I’ll get to growlin' in this bitch like a lion do

.223s make your car stop like a siren do

Bitch, your eye keep twitchin', who you lyin' to?

You ain’t know I had a record label?

Who you signin' to?

When I’m in the kitchen, I be cookin', think I’m fryin' food

I don’t take pictures, when I shoot, I need a stabilizer

How you hit the road with no money?

You can’t pay a driver

I’ll tie a pussy nigga up with a cable wire

I just got into it with my lil' bitch 'cause I came inside her

I’ma pull up in a long white van like a cable driver

We really bite, we don’t bark, you an ankle-biter

Tryna redecorate my new crib, I went table shoppin'

Ain’t been on Big Beaver in a minute, I’m on Maple shoppin'

Yeah, you know I had to hit Revive

Drop thirty shots and spin around, see if he still alive

I got tremendous aim with the Glock, I can hit a fly

Hit a lame nigga in the top with the chop, he got his skillet fried

I’ll get to poppin' everywhere like when chicken fryin'

The plug just threw me one bird, it’s a chicken flyin'

Baby, stop tryna touch my dick, four-nickel by it

Grab the best pot out granny kitchen, drop a zip inside it

Fuckin' this bitch real good, you see my hip providin'

Seventeen in each pocket, you see a brick divided

I ain’t prepare to hit the nigga in his head, I had to improvise

This is my 2020 'Lac, this is not Enterprise’s

I might drop an AMG truck and let my bitch drive it

Whip my dick out in the dark, let my bitch find it

My bitch cheated, I wasn’t trippin', uh-uh, uh-uh

My bitch cheatin', I wasn’t, uh

My bitch cheated, I wasn’t trippin', but she poured my drank out,

I was finna fight her

I done fucked every bitch in Michigan 'cause I trick sometimes

I don’t wanna fuck when I’m off lean 'cause I get tired

Light a nigga up, one strike, that’s a big lighter

I really like to break down, but I sold a brick one time

Cars just came in the mail from the 619

Shot two hoes fightin' at the club, the big one died

Asked me why I drink a lot of cough syrup, 'cause I be sick sometimes

I ain’t never sold no (Ah)

I ain’t never sold no (Roof), but I sold a pill one time

I don’t know Rey Mysterio, but I’ma 619

I need to buy a Rolex 'cause I forget my time

I can’t forget my iron, iron (Hah)

Alright, yeah

I don’t got on Rico clothes, I can’t forget my iron

I can’t leave my people at the bottom, can’t forget my tribe

Bitch asked me what’s my zodiac?

Don’t forget my sign

Funny as hell talkin' to my bitch, I forget my lie

Yeah, let me tell you

Alright, multitask when I went in, when I went

Alright, multitask when I, ah

I could roll

I could roll a blunt

Alright, watch this

I could roll a blunt, text my bitch, drive, and shoot the stick

Take the pill, R disturb her peace, no Ludacris

I just took a bougie bitch to Bucharest

You probably hit me up last night, but I ain’t see the text

My jeweler said I can’t get another chain 'cause he need some rest

Ah, let me up, I need to stretch

Fuck her with my gun in my hand, havin' evil sex

Fuck, her, yeah

Her bad-ass son touched my Palm Angels shirt, now I got Cheeto prints

Yeah

Burn the scene up after I bust, they ain’t see no prints, man

And I’ll throw a— ball on my Tebow shit, alright

Fuck around and have to— the pizza man, on my T.O.

shit, ooh

And I’ll drop a nigga every Tuesday, on my P.O.

shit, nigga, yeah

And I got my chain from Golden Sun, let me see your shit

Yeah, and thirty racks for the watch, let me see your wrist, yeah

Nigga, and I only drink Wock', you can keep your Tris, yeah

And just sent me ten lines of that, you can keep your six, alright

Y’all niggas don’t be on shit, yeah