That Mexican OT – Matagorda Lyrics

(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
You could tell by the way that I talk that I’m Texas made
Slidin’ in a all pearl bright white Escalade
Hoggin’ every lane, swerving around like move with that
Big body truck, push the bitch ’til the pedal break
No, I can’t fuck with none of these phonies
That’s why you always see me by my lonely
Tried to take my steak and give me bologna
He tried to do me like how Manny did Tony

I ain’t goin’ for none of that
Run his ass over like a running back
Hundred round drum on the choppa, stretch him like a rubber band
Who you say sweet? You must be talking ’bout another man
My choppa got a talking problеm, it be stuttering
What—, what—, what—, what he say?
I bе talking that shit, put it straight in they face
Be careful Texas, I’m straight out the Bay
We gon’ burn the body, we ain’t catching no case

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Right on (Right on)
B-A-Y C-I-T-Y
Fuck with the hog, get boomed and die
Underneath the water tower, late night, getting high
I’m the type to shoot first, then later ask why
Texas tea, I mix it up with the Sprite
Better me, the old one knocking off eyes
Get his ass baptized, I put that on the guys

[Verse 2: Hogg Booma]
On me
I put that shit on the gang (Gang)
Hogg Booma, OT, Bay City, we on the track like a train (A train)
And we dropping hits like rain (Dropping hits like rain)
Big body Range, same color champagne (Champagne)
All in they face like a bang (Grrt)
Ayy, and my left pocket, right pockets full like Cash Money, Lil Wayne

Ayy, and I’m slowed up, poured up
Double cup, full of that Wock’ (Huh)
We fifty deep at the water tower, it’s going down like Jock
These Yeezy slides, no Crocs (Ayy)
We’ll feed a nigga to the crocs
These Draco’s and these black Glocks
These real guns, no props, OT

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Right on (Right on)
B-A-Y C-I-T-Y
Fuck with the hog, get boomed and die
Underneath the water tower, late night, getting high
I’m the type to shoot first, then later ask why
Texas tea, I mix it up with the Sprite

Better me, the old one knocking off eyes
Get his ass baptized, I put that on the guys (Put that on the guys)
B-A-Y C-I-T-Y
Fuck with the hog, get boomed and die
Underneath the water tower, late night, getting high
I’m the type to shoot first, then later ask why
Texas tea, I mix it up with the Sprite
Better me, the old one knocking off eyes
Get his ass baptized, I put that on the guys (Put that on the guys)