Lyrical Breakdown of Hey Mister Ft. Ski Mask The Slump God - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Huh! Wet Hey Mister (Mister) I might give a Glock to my sister (to my sister) 'Cause it's a dirty world, you could get hurt (you can get hurt, huh) Told her enemies to kiss my keister (huh, my keister) Hey Mister (hey Mister, huh, huh), hey Mister (Mister, huh) I might give a Glock to my sister (to my what? Huh) It's a dirty world, you could get hurt (you could get hurt, huh) Told her enemies to kiss my keister (kiss my keister) Hey Mister (hey Mister) Hey Mister (Mister) Yeah, bustin' at these bitches like a blister (huh) TSA her any day, I frisk her Sippin' on this lean until my lips hurt, ow, my liver Know your pockets hurt, yuh Renegade, I'm 'bout my currency You'll get a fist serve, yuh Balenciaga sock on me all green like the Grinch, sir, yuh Your diamonds hurricane cloudy They might need a rinse sir, huh When I attack her, my dick like a sword, I'ma fence her Warm up my dick, pinch her Call her my dear, Prancer When she call my phone, no answer I'ma dip on the bitch like red syrup Spread the positivity like cancer Tryna kill my spirits, they can't, sir Dress retro like a lancer (ayy, ayy) Like Spongebob, here's my answer Hey Mister (hey Mister) I might give a Glock to my sister (to my sister) 'Cause it's a dirty world, you could get hurt (you could get hurt) Told her enemies to kiss my keister (kiss my keister) Hey Mister (Mister) Hey, Mister (Mister), I might give a Glock to my sister It's a dirty world, you could get hurt Told her enemies to kiss my keister Mister Hey, Mister Wake up, Henry Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch