Letra de Hola - That Mexican OT

(Feat. Fredo Bang)

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Mmm, look like DJ Chose)

Thirty-five thousand on a rich nigga necklace

I can make her do the Moss, tell her, "Catch this"

VVs got a lil' bitch real thirsty

Trap nigga, COVID couldn't hurt this

Run them bands up like a nigga at a track meet

Federales on me, tryna tap me

Pull up on them pussy-ass niggas, don't at me

I'll turn a gangster rapper to an athlete

Hardest stepper turned rapper, that's ever (That's ever)

How you get away with murder? I'm clever (Yee)

Run up on a nigga with the pole out (Yeah)

Pull up on a nigga like, "Hola, hola, hola"

I'm really thuggin', no lie (No lie)

My youngins, they take your lil' bro out (Hola)

Fuck nigga playin' both sides

Pull up with a pole out (Get, get, get, get)

With a chopper like, ho— (Get), ho— (Get), ho— (Get), la (Baow)

Ho— ho— ho— (Get, get) la

Say, "Hello," to my lil' friend, hola

My pistola tryna see what you know 'bout

Smoke lil' buddy ass like he some mota

Shoot up his car, make the back tire blow out

Got me a chola, thick-ass chocha

She can suck dick and cook a real good torta

Put your dick in it, I need me ahora (Ooh)

Cállate la boca

Chingo, feelin' like Pancho Villa

Dance with my AK, this my señorita

Gangbangin', tryna see what you seein' 'bout

Beat up your tio and fuck on your tia

Kick Doe Clique 'til I'm deep in the grave

Pussy, money, weed stay on my brain

You can catch me in Texas sippin' on drank

Call my chopper Fredo 'cause that motherfucker bang

Fuck nigga playin' both sides

Pull up with a pole out (Get, get, get, get)

With a chopper like, ho— (Get), ho— (Get), ho— (Get), la (Baow)

Ho— ho— ho— (Get, get) la

Yeah, I got the Wock', Wock' inside my Yeti

Fatboy, walk around with somethin' heavy

Cook his noodle pack and make him spaghetti

Close one eye, don't breathe, keep the bitch steady

Got his blood on my khakis, I'm feelin' like Jake from State Farm

Cowboy hat with some all-white Bapes on

Push up on your block and I hit it up with the napalm

I got money, never lonely like Akon

Bandolero, soy el mejor, mejor

High speed chase, hit the gas, break the pedal

One up top, ready to come out the metal

You can tell all my haters I'm on a new level

Gettin' top from a nasty-ass heffer

Can't trust a bitch, keep my gun on the dresser

How you get away with murder? I'm clever

Up the Glock, can't rock for fella

Fuck nigga playin' both sides

Pull up with a pole out (Get, get, get, get)

With a chopper like, ho— (Get), ho— (Get), ho— (Get), la (Baow)

Ho— ho— ho— (Get, get) la

Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?

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