Letra de Hit List - That Mexican OT

(Feat. BigXthaPlug, Big Yavo)

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 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 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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