Crooked Officer That Mexican OT (Ft. Z-Ro)

[Intro]
(G&B)
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
What goes inside a toilet bowl? The shit, that's what I am
The bitch was talkin' back, the only thing she saw was my hand
Got tired of countin' money, so I pop myself Vyvanse
Two sticks with some drums, I'm a solo dolo rock band
Diamonds on my wrist made the night look sunny
Left my Puma cleats on, lil buddy, we can run it
I ain't sayin' I'm a god, but I can turn nothin' into somethin'
She gonna gargle this nut, swallow it, then say, "Yummy"
Shout out to my locs that be gettin' to the money and shout out to B's that be chillin' in the honey
AR-15 punch him in his face and leaves his nose runny
I ain't gotta say shit, the bitch know I ain't a dummy
Had to cut some people off, they was movin' too funny
At the end of the day, they was all tryna fuck mе
I'm a cool ass cat that just like to slow boogie
I just want a pretty bitch that fuck rеal ugly

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
I'm droppin' bands on 'em, bands on 'em, bands on 'em, bands on 'em
I ain't worried 'bout a thing, I'ma put my lil mans on 'em
Crackin' my shit, I'ma do my lil dance on 'em
Piss on they feelings, I drop down my pants on 'em
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a Mexican wanna blow the badge off of you