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[Intro: That Mexican OT]
Ayy, uh, okay, let's get it, uh-huh, let's go
Ayy, uh, okay, let's get it, uh-huh, okay, let's get it, uh-huh, okay, let's get it, uh-huh (Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
I walk around with a big stick
It gon' make lil' buddy do a backflip (On Crip)
Hundred round drum, I don't miss sh*t
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a b*tch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass Mexican, I got me a rich b*tch
Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top, I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hitlist

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
I'm that Mexican that they wanna be
Nah, f*ck that, I'm the Mexican that they wanna see
This that Mexican O to the motherf*ckin' T
Put your motherf*ckin' face on a motherf*ckin' tee
b*tch, I stay after F, I'm a motherf*ckin' G
I be plottin' and schemin', creepin' with demons one deep
I got a big old chopper, knock his ass off his feet
Anybody say they got a problеm, I'll knock out his teeth
Put a big X on his head if he a plug
I'ma call up BigX, that's my motherf*ckin' thug
Wе gon' push up with yoppers and choppers and yeah, we gon' pop 'em, we gon' let it rain, let it flood
Blow 'em back with the big MAC, fold 'em like a pretzel
Big booty b*tch bust it down like a bezel
I be runnin' 'round through the streets, I be playin' 'round with the devil
Creepin' and crawlin', I walk with the metal
Fah, fah
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
I walk around with a big stick
It gon' make lil' buddy do a backflip (On Crip)
Hundred round drum, I don't miss sh*t
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a b*tch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass Mexican, I got me a rich b*tch
Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top, I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hitlist

[Verse 2: BigXthaPlug]
These n*ggas be talkin' and actin' like they really outside
You a pus*y boy, stop lyin'
Me and my n*ggas, we strapped with that gunfire
Call That Mexican OT, make you sweat like a drumline
Me and my n*ggas bangin' the same like one kind
And I never run 'less it's 12 on the frontline
Better keep they little pistols, you know that I got mine
Tell my son every day 'fore I leave that I'm not dyin'
In my hood, I'm connected and good like a stop sign
You not havin' that sh*t like you say, boy, stop lyin'
Calling up plays in my circle like Matt Ryan
Threw a pack to my dog, ran it up for a touchdown
Phone call with the socket, I love when they touch down
You n*ggas ain't gang or the same, don't come 'round
Kick in his door, all he hear is a gun sound (Fah, fah)
f*ck around, get his ass gunned down, gang
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
I walk around with a big stick
It gon' make lil' buddy do a backflip (On Crip)
Hundred round drum, I don't miss sh*t
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a b*tch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass Mexican, I got me a rich b*tch
Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top, I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hitlist

[Verse 3: Big Yavo]
I'm havin' Wock' in my cup, I can't get sick (I can't get sick)
This blick'll sit his ass down like a picnic (Make him sit down)
My b*tch having clips in her purse, not no lipstick (Not no lipstick)
Just picked up a script of the Percs, I want twenty (I want—)
Psych, I really want thirty, need that cash in a hurry
These n*ggas just like a phone with no service
She know I ball, so it be hard to curve me (Ball)
Where I'm from, n*ggas run in your home like a derby
Yeah, every day I wake and get mula (Monyun)
Reach for my neck, send your ass to the gulag (Haha)
n*gga can't trap, need to go get a new job (Go get a— Go get a—)
Young n*gga f*cked up, steal your car with a screwdriver (Go)
Take his sh*t, ask you, "What you gon' do 'bout it?" (What you gon'—)
I put boobs on the stick, give the chopper a new body
Pull up switchin' lanes like Kiffin
Designer my frames, I'm spendin' (Frames)
Wrist in the pot in the kitchen
If she don't give brain, I'm dippin' (I'm gone)
Yeah, ain't comin' off top, then I'm out of there (Ghost)
Ain't gotta go shopping 'cause I got a lot to wear (Still drip)
Only pack shoes and shop when I land (Shop when I—)
If shorty too stiff, then I'm popping her friend (Popping her—)
You know Yay having bars, still'll serve you a Xan' (Serve you a Xan')
Free the bro behind bars in the can (Both of 'em)
In Cali' rolling up 'za with my feet in the sand (Feet in the—)
With a clean-ass Glock in case it get dirty like Dan
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
I walk around with a big stick
It gon' make lil' buddy do a backflip (On Crip)
Hundred round drum, I don't miss sh*t
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a b*tch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass Mexican, I got me a rich b*tch
Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top, I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hitlist