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?)
I walk around with a big stick
It gon' make lil' buddy do a backflip (On Crip)
Hundred round drum, I don't miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass Mexican, I got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top
I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hitlist
I'm that Mexican that they wanna be
Nah, fuck that, I'm the Mexican that they wanna see
This that Mexican O to the motherfucking T
Put your motherfucking face on a motherfucking tee
Bitch, I stay after F, I'm a motherfuckin' G
I be plotting and scheming, creepin' with demons one deep
I got a big ol' choppa, knock his ass off his feet
Anybody say they got a problem 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 motherfuckin' thug
We gon' push up with yoppas and choppas
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 bitch bust it down like a bezel
I been running 'round through the streets
I been playing 'round with the Devil
Creepin' and crawling, I walk with the metal (Fah-fah)
I walk around with a big stick
It gon' make lil' buddy do a backflip (On Crip)
Hundred round drum, I don't miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass Mexican, I got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top
I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hitlist
These niggas be talking and acting like they really outside
You a pussy boy, stop lyin'
Me and my niggas, we strapped with that gunfire
Call That Mexican OT, make you sweat like a drumline
Me and my niggas banging 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 everyday 'fore I leave that I'm not dyin'
In my hood I'm connected and good like a stop sign
You not having that shit like you say, boy, stop lyin'
Calling up plays in my circle like Matt Ryan
Threw a pack to my dawg, ran it up for a touchdown
Phone call with the socket, I love when they touchdown
You niggas ain't gang or the same, don't come 'round
Kick in his door, all he hear is a gun sound (Fah-fah)
Fuck around, get his ass gunned down, gang
I walk around with a big stick
It gon' make lil' buddy do a backflip (On Crip)
Hundred round drum, I don't miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass Mexican, I got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top
I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hitlist
I'm having Wock' in my cup, I can't get sick (I can't get sick)
This blick will sit his ass down like a picnic (Make him sit down)
My bitch having clips in her purse, not no lipstick (Ain't no lipstick)
Just picked up a stripper off Percs, I want twin tips (I want—)
Psych, I really want thirty, need that cash in a hurry
These niggas just like a phone with no service (Yeah)
She knows I ball, so it be hard to curve me (Whoa)
Where I'm from, niggas run in your home like a derby (Run in your—)
Yeah, everyday I wake and get mula (Monyun)
Reach for my neck, send ya ass to the gulag (Haha)
Nigga can't trap, need to go get a new job (Go get a—, go get a—)
Young nigga fucked up, still get caught with a screwdriver (Go)
Take his shit, ask you, "What you gon' do 'bout it?" (What you gon'—)
I put boobs on the stick, give the choppa a new body
'Cause we switchin' lanes, like, keep up
Designer my frames, I'm spendin' (Frames)
I'm rinsing the pot in the kitchen
If she don't give brain, I'm dippin' (I'm gone)
Yeah, ain't coming off top, then I'm outta there (Ghost)
Ain't gotta go shopping 'cause I got a lot to wear (Still dripped)
Only pack shoes, then shop when I land (Shop when I—)
If shawty 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 (Place it)
I walk around with a big stick
It gon' make lil' buddy do a backflip (On Crip)
Hundred round drum, I don't miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass Mexican, I got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top
I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hitlist
