That Mexican OT - War (original version) 2018

(Wonderboy)

(Ayo, Llari, this shit fye)

Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy

See an opp, hit him with the AK and leave him flatlined

Rolex ice water, but I'm busy, I don't have time

A nigga trippin', it don't matter where we at, we gon' tear it down

I'm in the trap with an Uzi, rockin' Louis, no Farrakhan

I'm a Dirty Bay baby, wavy, I'm saucy, I'm gravy

Y'all better hide y'all's lady 'cause I'ma steal her

Extended clip inside the stick look like caterpillars

Big money in other states, but in Texas, we got it bigger, for realer

AR shoot long range, step up to the plate and it's ball game

I got racks in my Amiris, ain't no money in your Balmain

While she lickin' on my bootyhole, she's jackin' off this dingaling

87-Trey, lil' bitch, you should know that it's a hog thing

In the Benz truck, get my dick sucked, don't get sticked up

Go to Buc-ees, I'm pourin' Actavis in a big cup

Caught him lackin', nigga tried to pull out and still got blicked up

My chopper got chlamydia, really, yeah, she a sick slut

I'm on the block with a Glock, eating birria with my kinfolks

Me and OT count up more cheese with our wrist froze

I'm gettin' rich, finna fuck up on your bitch 'til my dick swole

We gettin' money in the trap, we still boomin' it off the flip phone

Yeah, I'm sure you seen these boots, they on Discovery Channel

I do somebody like abuela, get 'em popped with the sandal

They say I'm too much to handle, them bullets rip off his flannel

I'm gettin' the money and stackin' the paper, I get lit just like a candle

Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on 'em

Can't fake the funk, bitch, I'ma put the K on 'em

Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on 'em

Can't fake the funk, bitch, I'ma put the K on 'em

Don't let me catch him at the store, let it go, bullets drain on him

Keep a pole just like a stripper, nigga trip, I make it rain on him

I'm selling fentanyl, niggas crisscrossed, don't get picked off

You got a problem? It's cool, I'm tryna knock a nigga shit off

A nigga reach up in his pocket, ain't shit but a lint ball

Ayy, Peso countin' pesos, I'm a big boss

Off of the Henny, I'm 'bout to fuck with my dick soft

Put it in her mouth, she gon' eat it up like it's applesauce

Bitch, I'm hotter than a jacket that's bein' worn by Rick Ross

Itty bitty nigga, I told the buster to get lost

I'm That Mexican Outta Texas and I got 'em all pissed off

(I'm That Mexican Outta Texas and I got 'em all pissed off)

Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on 'em

Can't fake the funk, bitch, I'ma put the K on 'em

Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on 'em

Can't fake the funk, bitch, I'ma put the K on 'em

Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on 'em

Can't fake the funk, bitch, I'ma put the K on 'em

Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on 'em

(Can't fake the funk, bitch, I'ma put the K on 'em)