Pretty Rick lyrics

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That Mexican OT


[Intro]
Yeah
Real south side steppin' sh*t, yeah, I will step on your ass
Just like that, for real, what is your sayin'?
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?

[Chorus]
I be creepin', I be crawlin', I'ma slide on 'em, ride on 'em
Like, f*ck 'em, put that .9 on 'em
f*ckin' with my lil' baby brother, b*tch, I'm gon' die for him
Pop out with these sticks like Pretty Rick, bullets gon' grind on 'em
I'm really 'bout business, my AR got tig ol' bitties (Uh-huh)
Big glizzy gon' hit 'em, it's spittin', it leave 'em dizzy (Uh-huh)
Click-clack (Fah-fah-fah), that big ol' AR knock his noggin' off
Take his head back to the hood, we celebratin' and pourin' up like we got a cough

[Verse 1]
Like a cavity, I'm a sweet tooth, lil' b*tch, I'll gеt all inside your grill
I'll beat a n*gga with my right hand and the lеft hand won't let it spill (Uh-huh)
I'm a lil' south side talkin' Texas Mexican like, nah, for real (For real)
f*ckin' on his girl, now he threatenin' to take my ass to Dr. Phil
I be south side steppin' on 'em, play a beat, fall asleep behind the wheel
Lil' buddy, I be wreckin' on 'em, he a lil' n*gga, I be pickin' on him
I'ma hit his ass with a choppa like I'm Terminator
Put a Christmas tree in a raw paper
Riding 'round in the Rolls Royce, leaning back now I'm stargazin'
Texas made, riding 'round, beatin' down the block, b*tch, I'm gettin' Texas paid
Prayin' to the Lord, thankin' Him that I can see another day
While I'm smokin' on some dank
Got a double cup, it's filled up with some dirty drank, ride on

[Chorus]
I be creepin', I be crawlin', I'ma slide on 'em, ride on 'em (Ride on 'em)
Like, f*ck 'em, put that .9 on 'em
f*ckin' with my lil' baby brother, b*tch, I'm gon' die for him
Pop out with these sticks like Pretty Rick, bullets gon' grind on 'em
I'm really 'bout business, my AR got tig ol' bitties (Uh-huh)
Big glizzy gon' hit 'em, it's spittin', it leave 'em dizzy (Uh-huh)
Click-clack (Fah-fah-fah), that big ol' AR knock his noggin' off
Take his head back to the hood, we celebratin' and pourin' up like we got a cough

[Verse 2]
My heart's colder than a cup of ice with some Activis
Push up to his baby mama house and start clappin' sh*t
Nut on her face and then I slap the b*tch
Playa-ass Mexican, I got more hoes than Bissonnet
They gon' suck and f*ck and eat your ass out like some chicken necks
I got a shot, I'ma slide on your block, I'ma hit me a three and I'm leavin' it wet
I get it crackin' like a chiropractor, fightin' like a Power Ranger, breakin' necks
I be all 'bout my fitness, runnin' for a check
I'm a wild-ass animal, b*tch, you a pet
I'm too legit to call it quits
Get his ass dropkicked with a chopstick
[Chorus]
I be creepin', I be crawlin', I'ma slide on 'em, ride on 'em (Ride on 'em)
Like, f*ck 'em, put that .9 on 'em
f*ckin' with my lil' baby brother, b*tch, I'm gon' die for him
Pop out with these sticks like Pretty Rick, bullets gon' grind on 'em
I'm really 'bout business, my AR got tig ol' bitties (Uh-huh)
Big glizzy gon' hit 'em, it's spittin', it leave 'em dizzy (Uh-huh)
Click-clack (Fah-fah-fah), that big ol' AR knock his noggin' off
Take his head back to the hood, we celebratin' and pourin' up like we got a cough
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