That Mexican OT - Ridin' Dirty lyrics
Virgil René Gazca
[That Mexican OT - Ridin' Dirty lyrics]
(Damn, Suicidal) yeah
Texas, turn the fuck up with me, baby
Southside look
Southside of Texas in this bitch
Throw your fours up
I'm a Third Coast Dirty Boy, bitch
I'm poured up swangin' and bangin', peanut
Butter gut, bitch, we 'bowed up
How I'm ridin' with Billy the Burner
Make a nigga give them 'bows up like hold up
Yeah, Dracos and ARs, I even got by
Smoke a nigga riding 'round dirty
In a hot box
Lil'-ass gun, but it rock with a big cock
I ain't got hit once, he got his shit shot
Beam on his body
I got it looking like it's chicken pox
I ain't gon' do shit
I'm just gon' get him got
Whole lotta rap money
They think I trap it out
Runnin' off on the plug, nah, I can't do it
Real hustler, I'ma buy him out
Got a whole lot of guns, one up top
Bullets be ready to fly out
Smoked his ass in the house
Open the doors and open the
Windows to air it out
With some killers, we ready to ride out
Give your mama something to cry about
Riding deep in the Chevy, guns real heavy
The plan is to push up
And knock off his belly
I'm his worst nightmare, my name be Freddy
Crack open his head like an egg with confetti
I can say stupid shit and
It still sound good, see?
(Stupid shit)
Fuck around and I'll punch out a stupid bitch
Bullets fly and they hit like a doobie hit
Talk about the young Crip and
I'll beatbox the block
Mix his bitch ass up, rerock the rock
Can't stop, won't stop
I'ma make a nigga drop
Like '97, I'll put his ass in a box
Southside of Texas in this bitch
Throw your fours up
I'm a Third Coast Dirty Boy, bitch
I'm poured up swangin' and bangin', peanut
Butter gut, bitch, we 'bowed up
How I'm ridin' with Billy the Burner
Make a nigga give them 'bows up like hold up
Right on
It's a whole lot of this and a whole
Lot of that goin' on for real
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
(Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)
Southside of Texas in this bitch
Throw your fours up
I'm a Third Coast Dirty Boy, bitch
I'm poured up swangin' and bangin', peanut
Butter gut, bitch, we 'bowed up
How I'm ridin' with Billy the Burner
Make a nigga give them 'bows up like hold up
Yeah, Dracos and ARs, I even got by
Smoke a nigga riding 'round dirty
In a hot box
Lil'-ass gun, but it rock with a big cock
I ain't got hit once, he got his shit shot
Beam on his body
I got it looking like it's chicken pox
I ain't gon' do shit
I'm just gon' get him got
Whole lotta rap money
They think I trap it out
Yeah, right on for real
Just like that
Texas, turn the fuck up with me, baby
Southside look
Southside of Texas in this bitch
Throw your fours up
I'm a Third Coast Dirty Boy, bitch
I'm poured up swangin' and bangin', peanut
Butter gut, bitch, we 'bowed up
How I'm ridin' with Billy the Burner
Make a nigga give them 'bows up like hold up
Yeah, Dracos and ARs, I even got by
Smoke a nigga riding 'round dirty
In a hot box
Lil'-ass gun, but it rock with a big cock
I ain't got hit once, he got his shit shot
Beam on his body
I got it looking like it's chicken pox
I ain't gon' do shit
I'm just gon' get him got
Whole lotta rap money
They think I trap it out
Runnin' off on the plug, nah, I can't do it
Real hustler, I'ma buy him out
Got a whole lot of guns, one up top
Bullets be ready to fly out
Smoked his ass in the house
Open the doors and open the
Windows to air it out
With some killers, we ready to ride out
Give your mama something to cry about
Riding deep in the Chevy, guns real heavy
The plan is to push up
And knock off his belly
I'm his worst nightmare, my name be Freddy
Crack open his head like an egg with confetti
I can say stupid shit and
It still sound good, see?
(Stupid shit)
Fuck around and I'll punch out a stupid bitch
Bullets fly and they hit like a doobie hit
Talk about the young Crip and
I'll beatbox the block
Mix his bitch ass up, rerock the rock
Can't stop, won't stop
I'ma make a nigga drop
Like '97, I'll put his ass in a box
Southside of Texas in this bitch
Throw your fours up
I'm a Third Coast Dirty Boy, bitch
I'm poured up swangin' and bangin', peanut
Butter gut, bitch, we 'bowed up
How I'm ridin' with Billy the Burner
Make a nigga give them 'bows up like hold up
Right on
It's a whole lot of this and a whole
Lot of that goin' on for real
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
(Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)
Southside of Texas in this bitch
Throw your fours up
I'm a Third Coast Dirty Boy, bitch
I'm poured up swangin' and bangin', peanut
Butter gut, bitch, we 'bowed up
How I'm ridin' with Billy the Burner
Make a nigga give them 'bows up like hold up
Yeah, Dracos and ARs, I even got by
Smoke a nigga riding 'round dirty
In a hot box
Lil'-ass gun, but it rock with a big cock
I ain't got hit once, he got his shit shot
Beam on his body
I got it looking like it's chicken pox
I ain't gon' do shit
I'm just gon' get him got
Whole lotta rap money
They think I trap it out
Yeah, right on for real
Just like that