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PERFORMING ARTISTS
That Mexican OT
That Mexican OT
Vocals
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
VIRGIL GAZCA
VIRGIL GAZCA
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Producer
Caleb C4 Albarado
Caleb C4 Albarado
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Mmm, look like DJ Chose) 35-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?
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Fredrick Ii Givens, Virgil Gazca Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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