More songs by That Mexican OT
Description
Producer, Programmer: Ramy
Programmer, Producer: AJ
Programmer, Producer: Fred On Em
Vocalist: That Mexican OT
Recording Engineer: Ryan ”Mellow” Venable
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Caleb “C4” Albarado
A& R: Sean Mula
A& R: Erica Bowen
Aand Radministrator, A& R: Antonie Banks
A& R, Aand Radministrator: Wil “Tril Wil” Dobard
A& R: Ian Holder
A& R: Stephane Mazumdar
A& R: Chris Turner
Composer Lyricist: Virgil Gazca
Composer Lyricist: Ramiro Morales
Composer Lyricist: Abelardo Tamez
Composer Lyricist: Fredrick Fisher
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ayo, is that that Mexican OT?
They think since I got money that I'm okay now.
Thinkin' since I got somethin' to lose that they can play 'round.
Like I won't do it to 'em.
I'm tryna keep my cool and not do somethin' stupid to 'em.
But I'ma tell y'all right now, y'all got me fucked up in about eight different ways. People ridin' by my house tryna see if it's the dude from the song.
Invade my privacy, but if I slap you, I'm wrong.
I appreciate the love and yes, I'm grateful for all, but please let me be home.
Like a deer in headlights, face shots, I'ma let 'em buck. Next person that walk up to my house gettin' kicked in the nuts.
Pop trunk in the front that say, "No trespassin', punk.
" I'm in the shed mindin' my business while I be killin' some skunks.
While I'm takin' a shit, a chama buddy try and talk to me.
While I'm wipin' my ass, I'm like, "What the fuck you want from me? You a weird-ass motherfucker as far as I can see.
You just talkin', you ain't even try to take a shit or pee.
" So I walk back to my table and proceeded to grub. Bitches blowin' kisses, tryna come and give me a hug.
And yeah, that's all cool and shit, but now the bitch want a picture.
And if I tell her no, she gon' look at me like I'm Hitler. Don't talk to me 'cause I'm the
Mexican in the cowboy hat.
I'm tryna talk to the people that got me livin' like that. "OT, I'm your biggest fan. " "What's the first song you heard?
" "Johnny Dang, I swear to God, I know every single word.
" Fuck that, people ended up bangin' that planned seat. From the country startin' fires 'round tractors with bare feet.
I had a show rescheduled and all hell let loose.
They like, "I want my money back," and hang his ass by a noose.
I'm missin' out on my family just to do this shit here for you. Plus my voice was gone, but I made it back real soon.
So I'm sorry, I'm still human. Still be in Bay City ridin' 'round coolin'.
Still fuckin' with Hogg and we got the Bay boomin'. Still on Brook Street dead and still doin' what
I want. They say I'm not a real Mexican because I be fuckin' with Trump. You think
I'm not gon' be me to make you happy? You fucked up.
You mixin' politics with rap shit, that stuff don't go.
No, I'm not, I'm just bein' me and I'm lettin' it be known I love all. Black, white, gay, and polka dot, I welcome it all. Just 'cause
I'm famous, they look at me and try to find every flaw. Fuck y'all. That's how
I'm feelin', microphone killin'. Catch me in the VIP with double cups sippin'.
Boy, I hate bein' famous.
I hate bein' famous.
Boy, I hate bein' famous. I hate bein' famous.
Boy, I hate bein' famous.