That Mexican Ot Ridin' Dirty Lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Suicidal)
Yeah
Texas, turn the f*ck up with me, baby, Southside
Look

[Chorus]
Southside of Texas in this bitch, throw your fours up
I'm a Third Coast Dirty Boy, bitch, I'm poured up
Swangin' and bangin', peanut butter gut, bitch, we 'bowed up
How I'm ridin' with Billy the Burner, make a nigga give them 'bows up like hold up
Yeah, Dracos and ARs, I even got by
Smoke a nigga riding 'round dirty in a hot box
Lil'-ass gun, but it rock with a big cock
I ain't got hit once, he got his shit shot
Beam on his body, I got it looking like it's chicken pox
I ain't gon' do shit, I'm just gon' get him got
Whole lotta rap money, they think I trap it out
[Verse]
Runnin' off on the plug, nah, I can't do it
Real hustler, I'ma buy him out
Got a whole lot of guns, one up top
Bullets be ready to fly out
Smoked his ass in the house
Open the doors and open the windows to air it out
With some killers ,we ready to ride out
Give your mama something to cry about
Riding deep in the Chevy, guns real heavy
The plan is to push up and knock off his belly
I'm his worst nightmare, my name be Freddy
Crack open his head like an egg with confetti
I can say stupid shit and it still sound good, see? (Stupid shit)
f*ck around and I'll punch out a stupid bitch
Bullets fly and they hit like a doobie hit Talk about the young Crip and I'll beatbox the block
Mix his bitch ass up, rerock the rock
Can't stop, won't stop, I'ma make a nigga drop
Like '97, I'll put his ass in a box

[Chorus]
Southside of Texas in this bitch, throw your fours up
I'm a Third Coast Dirty Boy, bitch, I'm poured up
Swangin' and bangin', peanut butter gut, bitch, we 'bowed up
How I'm ridin' with Billy the Burner, make a nigga give them 'bows up like hold up
[Interlude]
Right on
It's a whole lot of this and a whole lot of that goin' on for real, f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
(Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)

[Chorus]
Southside of Texas in this bitch, throw your fours up
I'm a Third Coast Dirty Boy, bitch, I'm poured up
Swangin' and bangin', peanut butter gut, bitch, we 'bowed up
How I'm ridin' with Billy the Burner, make a nigga give them 'bows up like hold up
Yeah, Dracos and ARs, I even got by
Smoke a nigga riding 'round dirty in a hot box
Lil'-ass gun, but it rock with a big cock
I ain't got hit once, he got his shit shot
Beam on his body, I got it looking like it's chicken pox
I ain't gon' do shit, I'm just gon' get him got
Whole lotta rap money, they think I trap it out

[Outro]
Yeah, right on
For real
Just like that