作词 : Virgil Gazca/Jonathan Kirk/Joel Banks/Taylor Banks/Nicholas Kwak/Antoine Banks/Vincent Guzzetta
作曲 : Virgil Gazca/Jonathan Kirk/Joel Banks/Taylor Banks/Nicholas Kwak/Antoine Banks/Vincent Guzzetta
[Intro: That Mexican OT]
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)
Throw his b***h ass in the trunk, take him to the South (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)
Throw his b***h ass in the trunk, show him what the **** we talkin' 'bout (Ugh)
[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
I'm strikin' men like strikin' lightnin', you see what happenin'
My last fight, friend, well, alright, then
Better tighten up, we tight ends
****ed my grill up 'cause I popped an X all night, it had me bitin'
Caught his ass stealin', so I had to take his right hand
Cup be lookin' like a pump jack, b***h, I am a oiler
Damn, how many times I gotta spin to get this boy to learn?
Then I ain't no ****in' joke, we drop lil' T, then drop lil' more
Better watch your mouth 'cause I got soap, I got diamonds, tacos, and coke
Inside of my Wock', I drop a hater like my throka
Got elbows swingin', watch him cook, I smoke his ass just like some morta
Leave him flat just like a torti, I swim with killers like a orca
It don't matter where it is, it don't matter where I'm at because to me, no man a porta
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)
Throw his b***h ass in the trunk, take him to the South (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)
Throw his b***h ass in the trunk, show him what the **** we talkin' 'bout (Ugh)
[Verse 2: DaBaby]
B***h, I don't even like no lame, keep my name up out your mix, ho
I don't like diamonds no more, only plain jane to watch my wrist
Uh, before rap, I was poppin' my shit, nigga
I was still turnt with them mother****in' bags, my mama thought I had the bricks, nigga, bricks, nigga
Drop a ghetto b***h off at her job and borrow her whip, nigga
I'm in this with a baby AR playin' sweet, actin' like I'm a b***h, nigga
I told lil' mama to bend it over like a dog, I'm tryna come hit with her
You know these b*****s'll drive a Honda through the wall to **** with a rich nigga
I'm from the South, I greet a woman with a smile when I take a pic' with her, she can relax
OT wan' see him in the trunk, shit, I wouldn't even leave him in that
Any one of these niggas play when I walk in this b***h, I'd probably leave with a hat, nigga, and a reason to laugh, haha
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)
Throw his b***h ass in the trunk, take him to the South (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)
Throw his b***h ass in the trunk, show him what the **** we talkin' 'bout
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)
Throw his b***h ass in the trunk, take him to the South (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)
Throw his b***h ass in the trunk, show him what the **** we talkin' 'bout (Ugh)