Beat Box - That Mexican OT, Lil Jairmy & OTB Fastlane：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

That Mexican OT, Lil Jairmy & OTB Fastlane

Beat Box

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曲の詳細

アルバムRecess

リリース日2025年8月15日

レーベルManifest/GoodTalk/Good Money Global/Capitol Records

LanguageEnglish

メロディック度

アコースティック度

ヴァランス

ダンサビリティ

エネルギー

BPM89

概要

歌詞

ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS

That Mexican OT

That Mexican OT

Vocals

Lil Jairmy

Vocals

OTB Fastlane

Vocals

Fred On Em

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

VIRGIL GAZCA

Songwriter

Lane Luther

Songwriter

Jairmy Long

Songwriter

Fredrick Fisher

Fredrick Fisher

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Fred On Em

Producer

Caleb C4 Albarado

Caleb C4 Albarado

Mixing Engineer

Ryan "Mellow" Venable

Ryan "Mellow" Venable

Recording Engineer

歌詞

[Intro]

Hey, yo, is That Mexican OT?

[Verse 1]

Put some fish hooks in your eyelids and pull them back, so you don't miss the gun

Click, clack, and then clap, where you at? Roger that

Virgil, Virgil, did you roger that?

Beat his corpse with an all-wood baseball bat, I swung till it cracked in half

Fifty powder packs up all night like a zombie, yeah

I'll be working where the zombies at, she hit a line of dope

And ripped off a nose to get the powder back, how was that?

That somebody could love something so much that she would hurt herself for it

Everything that glitters isn't gold, her stupid ass fell for it

I sell dope to a pregnant bitch 'cause I'm all about the cream

If I don't do it, somebody else gon' do it, so why can't it be me?

Fuck Fifty Shades of Gray, I'm trying to see Fifty Shades of Green

And everything else in between, I'm in the land of dead, playing hard

Trying to stack up my chi-ching, boy, you ass-backwards

I bet you barf out your butt, takes shits out your mouth

So big that it gets stuck, you some motherfucking chickens who tuck your dick in their cluck

I'm trying to push up with a stick and get 'em hit like a hockey puck (Shoo, fly, shoo!)

[Chorus]

Yeah, we gon' slide on 'em (Slide on 'em)

We gon' ride on 'em (Ride on 'em)

Turn that fire on 'em (Fire on 'em)

Drop that iron on 'em (Iron on 'em)

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'

Yeah, we gon'

[Chorus]

We gon' slide on 'em (Slide on 'em)

We gon' ride on 'em (Ride on 'em)

Turn that fire on 'em (Fire on 'em)

Drop that iron on 'em (Iron on 'em)

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'

Yeah, we gon'

[Verse 2]

It really don't make no difference, I do it myself for Senate

When it comes to handling business, I'm having perfect attention

Fuck all these diamonds on my neck and the attention that I'm getting

I put in work for my respect, I got my rank from pulling missions

I've been peeping it from a distance, you free when **** get sentenced

These **** going up in the rooms and tell them people all their business

But not me, I keep my mouth closed, Lord paid choppers at my household

I pistol whip a **** till he out cold

Come back ****, stand inside, we slanging iron when we outdoors (Stay inside)

Had left that dope along to the time, I did it all, boss

No stove, Lord knows, I make it back, a big load

Let me cut that music down and drive wild, watch it roll

[Chorus]

Yeah, we gon' slide on 'em (Slide on 'em)

We gon' ride on 'em (Ride on 'em)

Turn that fire on 'em (Fire on 'em)

Drop that iron on 'em (Iron on 'em)

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'

Yeah, we gon'

[Chorus]

We gon' slide on 'em (Slide on 'em)

We gon' ride on 'em (Ride on 'em)

Turn that fire on 'em (Fire on 'em)

Drop that iron on 'em (Iron on 'em)

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'

Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'

Yeah, we gon'

[Verse 3]

Aye, ride on a ****, slide on a ****

Let me see your lighter, put that fire on a ****

Hate when a bitch play and try to lie on a ****

Like you ain't the same bitch used to cry on a ****, fool

Head gone, I got people I lost

This for the **** hustling, so they won't get kicked out they house

She gon' fuck me in the bed, but eat this dick on the couch

I'm from Houston, posted up with a stick on the north

Yes, OT, overtime, lately, I'm in overgrind

I ain't trying to shoot from the street, I'm standing over mine

Put my baby girl to bed, say my prayers with my daughter

Ain't nothin' in life more important than how she look at her father

Could've crossed y'all on my soul, but I didn't 'cause I'm loyal

God child, Metro Mark, this gon' make the hood proud, Lou

Written by: Fredrick Fisher, Jairmy Long, Lane Luther, VIRGIL GAZCA

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