Function That Mexican OT (Ft. Propain)

[Intro]
Where you goin' at?

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
The fuck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Your mama didn't teach you how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off a bitch like truck fit, stupid ass bitch but her butt thick
I be with the fuck shit, fuckin' up functions
Put a sheet of acid on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, bitch? What up, bitch?

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
Two lesbos in the cribbo, I'm goin' dumb with it
YounBoy soakin' up the game, I had a run with it
Billy with me and the semi with me, we gon' gun shit
Have him dodgin' bullets, got him lookin' like he krumpin'
Bay City, Freeport, all the way to West Columbia
I got money that's dippin', tippin' and flippin' like a tumbler
Southside still holdin' a whole lot of money that's bundled up
They put me in the ring because I knеw that I could rumble you
I never losе, always chose, I leave a sucker with a bruise
I beat your head just like some drums, and now they complain blue
Hot like the summer, but I still keep it cool
Shout out my vatos from the West, they some down ass fools
I'm in the nine-five-six with a top notch bitch
They tryna jock my shit but they can't rock like this
This is Air Force Ones, this is not K-Swiss
Lil' buddy on the floor, head lookin' like grits