That Mexican OT – Bull Riding Lyrics

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Bankroll got it

Un un un un un huh un huh un huh un huh
Cj shut the fuck up
Ayo is that Mexican OT?

My slapwoods double stuff like Oreos
I’m blowing o’s like glory holes
You know how this story goes
I pop out with some whorey ho’s
We make good pornos at home I got the shot saved in my phone
Bitch I’m Texas to the bone lil country boy like post Malone

I be stepping in some all black ostrich
I be sipping codie coffee it put me in a codine coffin deathen I still be flossing
Found a white bitch straight from Austin
Can’t trust the ho I stay cautious
Got a bad bitch wit an accent from Boston

Hot potato your bitch we gonna have her ass tossing
In the NYC eating on chop cheese stupid bitch and her ass is knoc knees
Is that OT no it can’t not be
I don’t see no boots or diamonds that bling
Back in Texas eating pecans with lean
In the kitchen whipping up liquid zine
I’m drinking oil like I’m a machine
Punch him dead in his mouth pull his tooth out the ring
Right on

Long horns on the Escalade
I’m riding on a bull
See the laws pull up behind us
I told shorty keep it cool
Pour a duce off the drank I’m acting rude
OT can I have a picture no bitch I’m not in the mood ho move
Aye aye
She came up for a pic
Next thing you know she sucking dick
I got wockhardt in my soda
Like my ho’s I like it thick. yeah yeah
Yeah Cuban link the chain but drodi man he Mexican (for real)
Why you in my business
Stupid ho you ain’t my bitch
I be whipping that hotbox
Smoking on pop rock. get a new pack

Then I drop it on pop block bitch I will not stop
Till I’m at the top spot wood burn slow I be smoking that crockpot
Came for some bread then I lift up the lid
He was trying to come up the he came up dead try to rob drodi

Man bitch you dumb in the head like I got long legs
Two steps ahead got diamond on my neck fo
Looking like an ice age taking people ho’s since way back
On MySpace you ain’t buying weed get the fuck outta my face
never take a bitch to a lick to where I stay
I be getting blown like a dandi
Keep a nine millie in my hand comes in handy
Ain’t shit sweet but we smoking on candy twenty for the Grammy
Foot up on they neck gotta make em understand me (yeah)

Long horns on the Escalade
I’m riding on a bull
See the laws pull up behind us
I told shorty keep it cool
Pour a duce off the drank I’m acting rude

Move around quick get out my way
You ain’t got ya camera ready I ain’t got time to play
Trying to make a mill a day
Every second gone count
Plus I’m to high to stop
I just smoke a whole ounce

Bad bitches ass bounce
When big slim shows up
Strippers start playing my song trying make me throw up
I keep buying new toys I ain’t never gone grow up
Haters mad I’m still rich. I keep stacking doe up
Known for my cars like I’m known for my bars
In the caddy two stars
Talking having a ménage happy ending with massage
What I do on a Monday
In the Escalade taking off down the runway

Long horns on the Escalade
I’m riding on a bull
See the laws pull up behind us
I told shorty keep it cool
Pour a duce off the drank I’m acting rude