Ay Dios Míos

Yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, huh, yeah
Ay Dios Mios, Mami, aye
You drivin’ me cray
You my lil crazy baby, aye
So it is okay
You may not let me do a lot
But I’ll find a way
And I’m cooking up, lil baby, aye
You could call me Quay
Big body Benz, I’ma hop in it, aye
Drop off the in it, yea
Get chased by the cops in it, yea
Skrt off the lot with it, yea yea
I got a chop on me, aye
If someone move I’m letting it go, huh
And I’m with my homie
And my lil cousin, and my little bro
.762 hit him like Lil Reese
I’m a lil dog, baby, on a leash
Hit him one time, murder rate increase
Let me count my bag, baby, in peace, oh yeah (frrt, beep!)
Makin’ money, baby, while I’m asleep
I’m countin’ guap, while I’m countin' sheep
Watch your girl, ‘cause she tryna hang with me, oh yeah
Okay okay, man, stop all the chit chat
Rock out with my Glock, and my choppa got kickback
Run in his house and we pop him in pitch black
That’s what he get for talking down on a diss track
Ay Dios Mios, Mami, aye
You drivin’ me cray
You my lil crazy baby, aye
So it is okay
You may not let me do a lot
But I’ll find a way
And I’m cooking up, lil baby, aye
You could call me Quay
We gon’ get with you, caught you talking down
You is a goofy, boy you is a clown
We gonna leave your mama with a frown
He ain’t laughing now we done put him in the ground, oh yeah
Ha! You done took a L
I wish your family well
G-Lock ringin’, yeah, just like a bell
I got some hitters, and they will not tell, oh yeah
Keep it on me, on me, on me, on me
Caught him with his brother and his homie
Pray to God he put blessing upon me
Keep that choppa, lil baby, like Tony
My baby a model she look like Naomi
Moncler on me, you know I gotta stay cozy
He tryna stop my bag up, jus like he a goalie
And I’m MVP, lil baby, like Kobe
Ay Dios Mios, Mami, aye
You drivin’ me cray
You my lil crazy baby, aye
So it is okay
You may not let me do a lot
But I’ll find a way
And I’m cooking up, lil baby, aye
You could call me Quay