[Intro: Hannah Everhart]
(Chamberlain, he's got it)
Lately, I began to see signs
That you got leavin' me on your mind
I get a cold, cold feelin' when I touch you
It's hard to face, but I know the truth

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
This stupid bitch look ugly when she cry, I'm tired of the truth, I want some lie
Fucked up childhood was traumatized, took a trip to hell, had to go demon time
Extended clip lookin' like curly fries, worked hard, gotta see the other side
Now it's Kick Doe Clique, bitch, we on the rise, pourin' Wock', Wock' on my pecan pie
Yes, I'm a real live country boy, I'm feelin' like Billy Ray
I might be hard headеd and don't listen, but I do what my semi say
I'm a shorty ass Mexican, 5'5" but I'm still stеppin' on anything
Pocket rocket, I got me itty bitty thing, I got Actavis filled with the Minute Maid
Pour up my cup, I be knockin' out ten a day
I don't want no treesh and I sure as hell will throw that pie in your face
I don't want no bitch that's gon' take my cake and give it away
I came up without shit, so I know what it's like and I'm tired of pain
Now I'm hard in the paint, I'ma pull my pants down and I'm lettin' 'em hang
Uh, yeah, I'm just tryna rap
I ain't tryna be in the hood hittin' no licks, you can't say that it's cap
I done proved myself, now I'm out gettin' rich, blued up every day, out here lookin' like Stitch
Drag his ass from the truck, tie him up to the hitch
Woke up the next day, ain't nobody said shit, for real (Right on)
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