Chingon That Mexican OT & Peso Peso
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[Intro: Peso Peso]
(Wonderboy)
(Ayo, Llari, this shit fye)
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: Peso Peso & That Mexican OT]
See an opp, hit him with the AK and leave him flatlined
Rolex ice water, but I'm busy, I don't have time
A nigga trippin', it don't matter where we at, we gon' tear it down
I'm in the trap with an Uzi, rockin' Louis, no Farrakhan
I'm a Dirty Bay baby, wavy, I'm saucy, I'm gravy
Y'all better hide y'all's lady 'cause I'ma steal her
Extended clip inside the stick look like caterpillars
Big money in other states, but in Texas, we got it bigger, for realer
AR shoot long range, step up to the plate and it's ball game
I got racks in my Amiris, ain't no money in your Balmain
While she lickin' on my bootyhole, she's jackin' off this dingaling
87-Trey, lil' bitch, you should know that it's a hog thing
In the Benz truck, get my dick sucked, don't get sticked up
Go to Buc-ees, I'm pourin' Actavis in a big cup
Caught him lackin', nigga tried to pull out and still got blicked up
My chopper got chlamydia, really, yeah, she a sick slut
I'm on the block with a Glock, eating birria with my kinfolks
Me and OT count up more cheese with our wrist froze
I'm gettin' rich, finna fuck up on your bitch 'til my dick swole
We gettin' money in the trap, we still boomin' it off the flip phone
Yeah, I'm sure you seen these boots, they on Discovery Channel
I do somebody like abuela, get 'em popped with the sandal
They say I'm too much to handle, them bullets rip off his flannel
I'm gettin' the money and stackin' the paper, I get lit just like a candle
(Wonderboy)
(Ayo, Llari, this shit fye)
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: Peso Peso & That Mexican OT]
See an opp, hit him with the AK and leave him flatlined
Rolex ice water, but I'm busy, I don't have time
A nigga trippin', it don't matter where we at, we gon' tear it down
I'm in the trap with an Uzi, rockin' Louis, no Farrakhan
I'm a Dirty Bay baby, wavy, I'm saucy, I'm gravy
Y'all better hide y'all's lady 'cause I'ma steal her
Extended clip inside the stick look like caterpillars
Big money in other states, but in Texas, we got it bigger, for realer
AR shoot long range, step up to the plate and it's ball game
I got racks in my Amiris, ain't no money in your Balmain
While she lickin' on my bootyhole, she's jackin' off this dingaling
87-Trey, lil' bitch, you should know that it's a hog thing
In the Benz truck, get my dick sucked, don't get sticked up
Go to Buc-ees, I'm pourin' Actavis in a big cup
Caught him lackin', nigga tried to pull out and still got blicked up
My chopper got chlamydia, really, yeah, she a sick slut
I'm on the block with a Glock, eating birria with my kinfolks
Me and OT count up more cheese with our wrist froze
I'm gettin' rich, finna fuck up on your bitch 'til my dick swole
We gettin' money in the trap, we still boomin' it off the flip phone
Yeah, I'm sure you seen these boots, they on Discovery Channel
I do somebody like abuela, get 'em popped with the sandal
They say I'm too much to handle, them bullets rip off his flannel
I'm gettin' the money and stackin' the paper, I get lit just like a candle
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