NBA That Mexican OT & ColdBlooded Tyrell

[Intro: That Mexican OT]
(Where you goin' now?)
(I'm goin' to Rob's house)
Yeah
(Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)
TB, you did your thing, baby

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
HP full of Drodi, this a Perc', so I ain't no drug dealer
Play with my money or my family, they gon' turn me to a cold killer
How you figure that I push up with a Tommy like my name Hilfiger?
Yoppa cuttin' like a blade, I'm gettin' surgical, I'll take out his liver

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
If you ain't got nothin' good to say to a nigga, don't say shit at all
That's why I don't speak a word to these people, I just punch a nigga in the jaw
I be in my thoughts staring at these walls
My baby girl help whenever I fall
I was duckin' and dodgin', runnin' from the laws
My friends wasn't there, I had no one to call
But now that I'm up, everybody wanna call
I was goin' so hard, the NBA hit me up because they thought a Mexican tryna ball
If you feelin' jumpy, nigga, leap like a frog
You tryna chit-chat, nigga, fuck that
Spin on his block, I'ma get me some get-back
This ain't nothin' new, your bitch ass been a rat
Shoot him up, make his body spin just like a ceiling fan