Chingon lyrics

[Intro:]
Run up, boy..
Aiyyo Mario, this sh*t fire...

[Peso Peso:]
Yeah, ey, ey, ey...
See a opp, hit him with the A.K. and leave him flatline'd
Rolex ice-water but I'm busy I don't have time
A n*gga trippin, It don't matter where we' at
We gon' tear him down
I'm in the trap with a Uzi rock a Louis no Farrakhan

[That Mexican OT:]
I'm a dirty bay baby, wavy, I'm saucy, I'm gravy
Y'all better hide yall's lady cus I'mma steal her
Extended clip inside the stick look like caterpillars
Big money in other states, but in Texas we got it bigger, forrealer

[Peso Peso:]
Aiyyo, I shoot long range
Step up to the plate and it's ball game
I got racks in my Amiri ain't no money in your Balmain

[That Mexican OT:]
While she licking on my booty hole, she's jacking off this dingaling
Ay, 7-Tray lil b*tch you should know that its a hog thang
[Peso Peso:]
In the Benz truck get my di*k sucked, don't get sticked up
[That Mexican OT:]
Go to Buc-ees I'm pouring Actavis In a big cup

[Peso Peso:]
Hold up, like a n*gga tried to pull out, still got blicked up
[That Mexican OT:]
My choppa got chlamydia really, yuh she a sick sl*t

[Peso Peso:]
I'm on the block with the Glock
Eating birria with my kinfolks
Me and O.T counting mo' cheese with our wrist froze
I'm getting rich
Finna f*ck up on yo' b*tch
Till my di*k swoll
We getting money in the trap but still boomin' it off the flip phones

[That Mexican OT:]
Yeah, I'm sure you seen me boost, stay on "discovery channel"
I do somebody like Abuela
Get it popped with a sandal
They say I'm too much to handle
Them bullets ripped off his flannel
I'm getting the money and stacking the paper I get litt just like a candle...
[That Mexican OT - Hook:]
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him
Can't fake the funk, b*tch I'mma put the 'K on him
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him
Can't fake the funk, b*tch I'mma put the 'K on him

[Peso Peso:]
Don't let me catch him at the store
Let it go, bullets drain on him
Keep it posted like a stripper
n*gga trip, I make it rain on him
I'm selling fentynal n*ggas criss-crossed, don't get picked off
You got a problem? It's cool I'm try'na knock a n*ggas sh*t off
A n*gga reach up in his pocket --ain't sh*t but a lint ball
Ey, Peso counting pesos I'm a big boss

[That Mexican OT:]
Off of the Henny I'm 'bout to f*ck with my di*k soft
Put it in her mouth
She gon' eat it up like its apple sauce
b*tch I'm harder than a jacket that's being worn by Rick Ross
Itty bitty n*gga I told the buster to get lost
I'm That Mexican Outta Texas and I got'em all p*ssed off
(I'm That Mexican Outta Texas and I got'em all p*ssed off...)

[That Mexican OT - Hook:]
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on'em
Can't fake the funk, b*tch I'mma put the 'K on'em
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him
Can't fake the funk, b*tch I'mma put the 'K on him
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him
Can't fake the funk, b*tch I'mma put the 'K on him
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him
Can't fake the funk, b*tch I'mma put the 'K on him