[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Louis Vuitton umbrella when I walk through the rain
In the kitchen, whippin' chicken, countin' bread like Cane's
Good dope got a Mexican lookin' like Johnny Dang
Knee deep in muddy water, still carryin' my K
Right pocket got money, left pocket cocaine
Bulletproof white Cadillac, ridin' in a tank
I'm a Dirty Bay baby from Dirty Bay with a dirty K
Slide down your block, light it up with flames
[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
Choppin' down the block while the 'Lac doing jumping jacks
Smoking on the 'Wood, yellin', "Timber," like it's lumberjack
Suppressor on a MAC-10 soundin' like its bubblewrap
Throw the TV in the shower, I'ma give his ass a bubble bath
Yoppers and choppers, lil' bitch, I got a whole lot of that
With the steel, I'ma kill y'all, got 'em falling back
Got me feeling like a baby that's fiending, so where my bottle at?
I'm just rhymin' words, I don't even know how to rap
Every time that they see me, best believe that I'm flossed up
Got crossed up, dick in the dirt, then I bossed up
I be catchin' these plays, fuck around and get Mossed up
I be eatin' the booty like salad, get it tossed up
Pop trunk on a hater while we waving goodbye
I'm from Lonestar, sippin' lean with pecan pie
I don't play 'bout respect, for that, we gon' die
Time is money, so best believe I'ma be on time
Louis Vuitton umbrella when I walk through the rain
In the kitchen, whippin' chicken, countin' bread like Cane's
Good dope got a Mexican lookin' like Johnny Dang
Knee deep in muddy water, still carryin' my K
Right pocket got money, left pocket cocaine
Bulletproof white Cadillac, ridin' in a tank
I'm a Dirty Bay baby from Dirty Bay with a dirty K
Slide down your block, light it up with flames
[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
Choppin' down the block while the 'Lac doing jumping jacks
Smoking on the 'Wood, yellin', "Timber," like it's lumberjack
Suppressor on a MAC-10 soundin' like its bubblewrap
Throw the TV in the shower, I'ma give his ass a bubble bath
Yoppers and choppers, lil' bitch, I got a whole lot of that
With the steel, I'ma kill y'all, got 'em falling back
Got me feeling like a baby that's fiending, so where my bottle at?
I'm just rhymin' words, I don't even know how to rap
Every time that they see me, best believe that I'm flossed up
Got crossed up, dick in the dirt, then I bossed up
I be catchin' these plays, fuck around and get Mossed up
I be eatin' the booty like salad, get it tossed up
Pop trunk on a hater while we waving goodbye
I'm from Lonestar, sippin' lean with pecan pie
I don't play 'bout respect, for that, we gon' die
Time is money, so best believe I'ma be on time
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