That Mexican OT - Texas Meskin Lyrics

(BlazeOnDaBeat, so you know the bitch thump)
Bay City, Texas, ridin' 'round in the hood with my amigos
Good dope in the automobile lookin' like burritos

Bay City, Texas, ridin' 'round in the hood with my amigos
Good dope in the automobile lookin' like burritos
Shootin' yoppers at your mama house, bullets go in through the peephole
Got your girlfriend at the crib and she be actin' like a freak ho
I'm a Southside steppin' Texas Mexican
Ridin' 'round three deep, me and Smith & Wesson
Hold it up with the yopper, then pop him, teach his ass a lesson
You can tell that that's OT 'cause his ass always flexin'
Wrong gang, I'ma hit a stain, bop him in his brain
Smoke him like some mary jane, know what I'm sayin', man?
Take your bitch to the crib and we run a train, choo-choo
I'm the caca, matter fact, I'm the doo-doo
Gold in my mouth, from the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
That Mexican OT too cool
Run through the back, get the trap, get the loot
Get it crackin' with the static, I let him have it, kaboom, fah-fah

Haha, yeah
Like who f*ckin' with me, man?
You understand what I'm talkin' 'bout? For real, man
Stop playin' with me
You understand what I'm talkin' 'bout? Whole lotta this, whole lotta that goin' on
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?

Bro, I'm proud of Southside, I'm from 979
If I say I'm down to ride, I really mean I'm down to die
You could run, but can't hide, quiet like a samurai
Put them clippers to his head, my barber say he down to ride
If she ain't talkin' 'bout no money, make that ho kick rocks
Put them beams on his body, it's lookin' like chicken pox
I be beatin' up my pockets, I got them big knots
I'ma rock out on your block, got drums on big Glocks
I'm Texas made, gettin' Texas paid
That moreno Mexicano be gettin' in both lanes
I'm sippin' on dirty drank and smokin' on big dank
Tippin' on four-fours, ridin' in the candy paint
Mama told me, "Look, son, I'm a gangster and it run in our blood"
I ain't know I was gonna grow up and turn into a thug
Put a yopper in my hand, I let it rain, I let it flood
No Kevin Gates when I say I got it straight out the mud
I got curls in my hair, I ain't ridin' no waves
I'm a Dirty Bay baby and I'm here to stay
I'ma cut 'em in half, better get out my way
I be rockin' all white, walk around with three K's
Ronald McDonald, I got a Big Mac
Bullets make 'em flip like crack
One, two, three, four bitches in the back, I be pimpin' like that
Suck and f*ck for some money, then they get right back
Dirty Bay baby, the bitches love me, niggas hate me
I'ma push up with them yoppers and choppers, up it and spray
Gettin' the MAC and then I run through the back and I started bangin'
Confiscatin' body parts, I'ma leave that lil' nigga brainless
Drip too hard, he can't ride this wave
I'm from Southside Texas where we sittin' sideways
Like a kid outside, I don't never play games
I pull up with that big ol' yopper, I'm hoggin' up the space
In the kitchen, I be whippin' the chicken, it's finger lickin'
Money mission what I'm gettin', lil' bitch, I'm about my business
Big Crippin', no need to mention, it's purple when I be pissin'
Big ol' tuca I be grippin', cock it back, then I'ma kick it

Ridin' 'round with a fuego
I'ma give his ass a halo
I'ma make his ass lay low
Switch it to a Draco
It's gon' do what I say so
I ain't gettin' caught, case closed