That Mexican OT, Peso Peso - Chingon lyrics

Run up, boy aiyyo Mario, this shit fire

Yeah, ey, ey, ey
See a opp, hit him with the AK
Leave him flat lined
Rolex ice water but I'm busy
I don't have time a nigga tripping, it don't
Matter where we at, we gon' tear it down
I'm in the trap with a uzi rocking Louie
No Ferragam

I'ma dirty bay baby, wavy, I'm saucy
I'm gravy y'all better hide y'alls ladies
'cause I'ma steal her extended clip
Inside the stick look like caterpillar
Big money in other states, but in
Texas we got a bigger, for real

AR shoot long range
Step up to the plate in this ball game
I got racks in my Amiri's
Ain't no money in your Balmains

While she licking on my booty hole
She jacking off this dang a lang
Ice out a trailer, bitch
You should know that it's a hog thang
In the Benz truck, get my dick suck
Don't get sticked up go to bookies
I'm pouring Activist in a big cup
Hold 'em like a nigga tried to pull
It out and still got blicked up
My chopper got Chlamydia, really
She a sick slut
I'm on the block with a glocky and
Beat it up with my kinfolk
Me and OT counting more cheese
With our wrist froze i'm getting rich
Finna fuck up on yo bitch till my dick swole
We getting money in the trap
We still booming it out a 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 stacking the paper
I get lit just like a candle

Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him
Can't fake the funk, bitch
I'ma put the K on him
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him
Can't fake the funk, bitch
I'ma put the K on him

Don't let me catch 'em at
The store, let it go, bullets drain on 'em
Keep a pole just like a stripper
A nigga trip I make it rain on 'em
I'm selling Fentanyl, niggas criss-crossed
Don't get picked off
You gotta problem, it's cool
I'm tryna knock a nigga shit off
A nigga reach up in his pockets
Ain't shit but a lint ball
Aye peso, counting pesos, I'ma big boss

Off of the Henny
I'm 'bout to fuck with my dick soft
Put it in her mouth
She gon' eat it up like it's apple sauce
Bitch, I'm hotter then the jacket that's
Being worn by Rick Ross itty bitty nigga
I told the buster to get lost
I'm that Mexican outta Texas and I
Got 'em all pissed off
I'm that Mexican outta Texas and I
Got 'em all pissed off

Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him
Can't fake the funk, bitch
I'ma put the K on him
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him
Can't fake the funk, bitch
I'ma put the K on him
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him
Can't fake the funk, bitch
I'ma put the K on him
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him
Can't fake the funk, bitch
I'ma put the K on him