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 can 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 motherfuckin' T
Put your motherfuckin' face on a motherfuckin' tee
Bitch, I stay after F, I'm a motherfuckin' G
I be plottin' and schemin', creepin' with demons one deep
I got a big old chopper, knock his ass off his feet
Anybody that said they got a problеm, 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
Wе gon' push up with yoppers and choppers 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 be runnin' through the streets, I be playin' 'round with the devil
Creepin' and crawlin', I walk with the metal, fah, fah

I walk around with a big stick
It can 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 talkin' and actin' 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 bangin' 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 every day 'fore I leave that I'm not dyin'
In my hood, I'm connected and good like a stop sign
You not havin' that shit like you say, boy, stop lyin'
Callin' up plays in my circle like Matt Ryan
Threw a pack to my dog, ran it up for a touchdown
Phone call with the socket, I love when they touch down
You niggas ain't gang or the same, don't come 'round
Kick at 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 can 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 havin' Wock' in my cup, I can't get sick (I can't get sick)
This blick'll sit his ass down like a picnic (Make him sit down)
My bitch havin' clips in her purse, not no lipstick (Not no lipstick)
Just picked up a script of the Percs, I want twenty (I want—)
Psych, I really want thirty, need that cash in a hurry
These niggas just like a phone with no service (Nothin')
She know I ball, so it be hard to curve me (Ball)
Where I'm from, niggas run in your home like a derby
Yeah, every day I wake and get mula (Munyun)
Reach for my neck, send your ass to the gulag (Bye-bye)
Nigga can't trap, need to go get a new job (Go get a, go get a)
Young nigga fucked up, steal your car with a screwdriver (Go)
Take his shit, ask you, "What you gon' do 'bout it?" (What you gon' do?)
Put boobs on the stick, give the chopper a new body
Pull up switchin' lanes like Kiffin (Lanes)
Designer my frames, I'm spendin'
Wrist in the pot in the kitchen
If she don't give brain, I'm dippin' (I'm gone)
Yeah, ain't comin' off top, then I'm out of there (Ghost)
Ain't gotta go shopping, 'cause I got a lot to wear (Still drip)
Only pack shoes and shop when I land (Shop when I)
If shawty too stiff, then I'm poppin' her friend (Poppin')
You know Yay havin' bars, still'll serve you a Xan' (Serve you a Xan')
Free the bro behind bars in the can
In Cali rollin' up 'za with my feet in the sand (Feet in the)
With a clean-ass Glock in case it get dirty like Dan

I walk around with a big stick
It can 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

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