More songs by That Mexican OT
Description
Programmer, Producer: Bankroll Got It
Producer: Truckee Street
Vocalist: That Mexican OT
Vocalist: Ybe
Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Caleb “C4” Albarado
Recording Engineer: Ryan ”Mellow” Venable
A& R: Sean Mula
A& R: Erica Bowen
Aand Radministrator, A& R: Antonie Banks
Aand Radministrator, A& R: Wil “Tril Wil” Dobard
A& R: Ian Holder
A& R: Stephane Mazumdar
A& R: Chris Turner
Composer Lyricist: Virgil Gazca
Composer Lyricist: Bulmaro Naranjo
Composer Lyricist: Joel Banks
Composer Lyricist: Taylor Banks
Composer Lyricist: Trevin Clay
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bitch, I done told you, bring it right here. Not here, right here.
In the palm of my hand.
-Fuck boy, you forgot your ho here, bitch. -Turn, turn, turn me up. Hey.
-Hey, roll that- -Ayy, ayy, cuh. Come pick your bitch up.
-Come pick your bitch up.
-I put the fear in the boy like I'm tryna -take away his hiccups. -Tryna take away his hiccups.
I put the fears in me like I'm tryna give mother a dickup.
-Give mother a dickup.
-She wasn't feelin' me so I hit the bitch -with a stickup. -Bitch, it's a stickup, lil' hoe.
-Ayy, ayy, cuh. Come pick your bitch up. -Come pick your bitch up.
I put the fear in the boy like I'm tryna take away his hiccups.
-Tryna take away his hiccups.
-I put the fears in me like I'm tryna give -mother a dickup. -Tryna give mother a dickup.
She wasn't feelin' me so I hit the bitch with a stickup.
Bitch, it's a stickup, lil' hoe. Lil' hoe wanna fuck me, so I had to ride the bitch.
Superman pushed up, he ain't stoppin' shit.
Hit him with a toilet on the head and start droppin' shit. Bend that lil' bitch over and I hit her with the donkey dick.
I got four hoes, three of them bad and one of them fat. I say, "Funky, get in here. " Clearly to me,
I can see that you been here. And the way you eat pussy, I know that you been weird.
Freaky, nasty, uh, uh, I like the way she uh, uh.
If I gave you a chance to eat this dick, lil' bitch, I know you would.
Fat bitch lookin' at me like a bucket of chicken. That pussy, mmm, mmm, mmm, finger-lickin'.
Hold up, wait a fuckin' minute, let me put some dick up in it. Saga la busita, serio.
Cook his noodle pack and I'ma do him like Spaghetti-O's.
In a race with the laws, got me like, "Ready, go. " Pulled off on that ass, turned up the radio.
And all I heard was, "Ayo, is that that Mexican OT?
" -Ayy, ayy, cuh. Come pick your bitch up. -Come pick your bitch up.
I put the fear in the boy like I'm tryna take away his hiccups.
-Tryna take away his hiccups.
-I put the fears in me like I'm tryna give -mother a dickup. -Give mother a dickup.
She wasn't feelin' me so I hit the bitch with a stickup.
-Bitch, it's a stickup, lil' hoe. -Ayy, ayy, cuh. Come pick your bitch up.
-Come pick your bitch up.
-I put the fear in the boy like I'm tryna -take away his hiccups. -Tryna take away his hiccups.
I put the fears in me like I'm tryna give mother a dickup.
-Tryna give mother a dickup.
-She wasn't feelin' me so I hit the bitch with a stickup. Bitch, it's a stickup, lil' hoe.
Bitch, I be lit like a cigarette. Twenty-four seven, I'm getting my
Benjamins. Fuck all that talking, she wanna get messy.
She looking for lust, she -gon' get dick for breakfast. -Uh-huh.
I be in Texas, West Side reppin'. Call Johnny Dang, I'ma need me a necklace.
-Come on. -Boy, I be flexin', SoCal Mexican.
Made it this far, but thank God for these blessings.
-Uh-huh. -Give a fuck how you feel.
I'm with OT with a AR strapped up in the coupe DeVille. The homies, they shoot to kill.
-What?
-Pull up to your block and we leavin' a bloody spill. Why fuck with them boys in the South?
-Ayy. Come on.
-I told that lil' hater, "Don't come at me stupid 'cause I'll put that gun in your mouth.
" -Fuck boy. -Bitch, I pull up and I get the guap.
Strapped up 'cause I'm from the block. People get hit when they talk a lot.
-Come on. -Leavin' his body outlined in chalk.
Easily call it a murder spree, this is a burglary.
Takin' his life, turn his white -tee to burgundy. -Uh-huh.
-I know you heard of me. -What, what?
Flow is eternity, killin' the snakes like my name was Hercules.
-Killin' the snakes like my name was- -Ayy, ayy, cuh. Come pick your bitch up.
-Come pick your bitch up.
-I put the fear in the boy like I'm tryna -take away his hiccups. -Tryna take away his hiccups.
I put the fears in me like I'm tryna give mother a dickup.
-Give mother a dickup.
-She wasn't feelin' me so I hit the bitch -with a stickup. -Bitch, it's a stickup, lil' hoe.
-Ayy, ayy, cuh. Come pick your bitch up. -Come pick your bitch up.
I put the fear in the boy like I'm tryna take away his hiccups.
-Tryna take away his hiccups.
-I put the fears in me like I'm tryna give -mother a dickup. -Tryna give mother a dickup.
She wasn't feelin' me so I hit the bitch with a stickup.
Bitch, it's a stickup, lil' hoe.
Hey, perro, come pick up your hyena. She's eating all my fucking Hot Cheetos. Serio.