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That Mexican OT - Skelz (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
That Mexican OT
That Mexican OT
Vocals
Dj Skelz
Dj Skelz
Programming
Freek Van Workum
Freek Van Workum
Programming
Jonny Shipes
Jonny Shipes
Programming
Olivier Bassil
Olivier Bassil
Programming
Subb Beats
Subb Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olivier Bassil
Olivier Bassil
Songwriter
Adrian Lara
Adrian Lara
Songwriter
jonah abrams
jonah abrams
Songwriter
VIRGIL GAZCA
VIRGIL GAZCA
Songwriter
Frederikus Theodorus Cecilia Van Workum
Frederikus Theodorus Cecilia Van Workum
Songwriter
Jonathan Shapiro
Jonathan Shapiro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dj Skelz
Dj Skelz
Producer
Freek Van Workum
Freek Van Workum
Producer
Jonny Shipes
Jonny Shipes
Producer
Olivier Bassil
Olivier Bassil
Producer
Caleb C4 Albarado
Caleb C4 Albarado
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Subb Beats
Subb Beats
Producer

Tekst Utworu

I'm a lil' HBK kid in the strip club throwin' a whole lotta ones I just bought me a brand-new whip with some brand-new rims and a brand-new gun When I pop out, I smell like a skunk, gang bangin', I be stackin' like a bunk Fuck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk, AR-15 got him walkin' like he drunk I ain't scared of it, I'll put it on Chuck, you a bitch-ass punk In the NFL with Skelz in the turf, lookin' like there's a 50 dollar bill Crack the seal, catch a feel, headshot for the kill, wasn't rap 'bout pickles, but I got me a deal Mixin' lean wit' the soda, pockets green like Yoda, I'm a fat Mexican on the sideline watchin' Elliot Run the score up Southside, I'ma throw the four up, the activist, I'ma pour it, a hole in his face got him lookin' like a donut So what? Sho' enough, gave his mama tissue paper, let that motherfucker soak up, her son got torn up Torch and a rig, I be dabbin', 5000 with a Hellcat, prob' got me saggin' Bitch, "FTP" be the fashion, pop a bar, I'm relapsin', I jump in the Caddy, then crash it I wake up and don't know what happened, bad bitch, butt naked, walkin' with a fatty, kill the pussy like Tatty Stunt like my motherfuckin' daddy, they be like, "OT, boy, you not too shabby" Told the police, "It wasn't me, my name is Shaggy" They ain't goin' for it, they already know I'm trigger-happy (Hello, no one is available to take your call) OT, you better pick this phone up (Please leave a message after the tone) you ain't took your medicine in a month Boy, you goin' crazy out there, pick up the phone, OT I'm a lil' HBK kid in the strip club throwin' a whole lotta ones (uh-huh) I just bought me a brand-new whip with some brand-new rims and a brand-new gun (uh-huh) When I pop out, I smell like a skunk (uh-huh), gang bangin', I be stackin' like a bunk Fuck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk (yeah-yeah-yeah) AR-15 got him walkin' like he drunk (yeah-yeah), I ain't scared of it, I put it on Chuck, you a bitch-ass punk I'm a lil' HBK kid in the strip club throwin' a whole lotta ones (uh-huh) I just bought me a brand-new whip with some brand-new rims and a brand-new gun (uh-huh) When I pop out, I smell like a skunk (uh-huh), gang bangin', I be stackin' like a bunk Fuck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk (yeah-yeah-yeah) AR-15 got him walkin' like he drunk (yeah-yeah), I ain't scared of it, I put it on Chuck, you a bitch-ass punk She be cryin' 'bout her boyfriend (boyfriend) I told her, "Let's link, we can fuck the pain away" (uh) Ridin' 'round with a knock in my sock, beatin' up the block Stackin' money up, yup, yup, day-to-day Phew, phew, phew, hit him up with the fade away Ballin'-ass Mexican, everyday eatin' shrimp and steak Throw me in the jungle, best believe that I'ma find a way Came back with a lion head and a zebra cake (grrah) I got the rap game in a Lamborghini leg lock Fuckin' like Fred Flintstone, bitch, I make the bed rock I got vatos at the border and them boys with the dreadlocks I got 'em lookin' like they Indian, run 'em down with the red dot Stick talk, get 'em picked off, bullets make 'em Crip walk, chop his body up and put him in a Ziploc My choppa got big ol' titties, and yeah, she a thick thot, it got a hunnid round drum with a big Glock I need a Burberry blender to make a protein shake I'm a fat-ass Mexican and I push a lotta weight I got a bitch that suck dick and cook a real good steak, they tryna fuck with OT, but they just too late All this money got me saggin', count it up like Madden Yeah, I gotta have it, automatic when it come to static Yeah, I get it crackin', in the Caddy fuckin' on a baddy Yeah, she got a fatty, on the white girl, I'm not talkin' Maddie Put 'em in the trash can and throw his life away The way I roll my tongue, it make my bitch cum like a tidal wave Codeine in the fridge with good dope inside the microwave Last time I didn't, but you know I got time today Be careful, Texas, I'ma Bay City all star Kickin' down the door, you won't ever hear me knock-knock Slidin' down the block, I'm knockin' tops off my opps Choppa singin', "Bidi-bidi-bom-bom" (fah-fah) She be cryin' 'bout her boyfriend (boyfriend) I told her, "Let's link, we can fuck the pain away" (uh) Ridin' 'round with a knock in my sock, beatin' up the block Stackin' money up, yup, yup, day-to-day Phew, phew, phew, hit him up with the fade away Ballin'-ass Mexican, everyday eatin' shrimp and steak Throw me in the jungle, best believe that I'ma find a way Came back with a lion head and a zebra cake (grrah) Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
Writer(s): Jonathan Shapiro, Nicholas Luscombe, Freek Van Workum, Virgil Gazca, Isaac Rivera, Olivier Bassil, Jonah Abrams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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