[00:00.000] 作词 : Virgil Gazca/Mario Antonio Herrera/Joel Banks/Taylor Banks/Ramiro Morales/Trevin Clay
[00:00.133] 作曲 : Virgil Gazca/Mario Antonio Herrera/Joel Banks/Taylor Banks/Ramiro Morales/Trevin Clay
[00:00.266][Intro: Peso Peso]
[00:07.738]Huh, ice, ice
[00:13.153]Huh, ayy
[00:16.284]Huh (Huh)
[00:16.753][Verse 1: Peso peso]
[00:17.364]Tattoos all on my skin (Yeah)
[00:19.247]Pull up in the drop top Benz (Skrrt)
[00:20.557]In Miami like a dolphin and I'm walkin' with a FN
[00:22.606]Two brand new 'fits done spent like ten (Ayy)
[00:24.307]New ARP, when I shoot, don't jam (Brrt, brrt)
[00:26.194]Nigga, look up at the wrist, got an all gold presi' (Ice)
[00:28.175]I might pull up in a pot, throw 'bows on the Chevy (Yeah, yeah)
[00:30.191]You ain't talkin' 'bout money, lil' nigga, please get on (Yeah)
[00:32.047]Catchin' a bag of money, dance up in the end zone (Ayy)
[00:34.095]I like thick hoes, huh, with their wrist froze, huh, with their ass so fat, you can sit on (Ice)
[00:37.885]Get chop' with a brick in the kitchen got a machete (Slice)
[00:39.757]I'll slice a nigga head like an egg with confetti (Uh, ayy)
[00:41.620]Got all white Air Force 1s like Nelly (Ayy)
[00:43.452]Got a Wackhardt pint sittin' nice in my belly (Wock', huh)
[00:45.469]Me and OT pulled up in the two twin 'Lacs (Yeah)
[00:47.419]Got the Glock on my lap with the switches attached (Brrt)
[00:49.286]Two hundred in the SRT might crash
[00:51.207]Play with Zay, I'll shoot you in the face for a scratch (Racks)
[00:53.126]Got your bitch eatin' dick, might nut up on her lash (Huh)
[00:55.051]In a brand new tank goin' hard for the cash (Ayy)
[00:57.070]Two fifty in the bag, now I ball like Nash (Ayy)
[00:58.837]I'm a dirty-ass Mexican, leave 'em all with a rash, ayy (Ice, ice, ayy)
[01:01.387][Chorus: That Mexican OT]
[01:01.565]Fresh to death, steppin' out lookin' like Baby Zay
[01:03.399]My accessories are grills and a throw away
[01:05.263]We had so many breaks the head came in today
[01:07.113]God, I'm gon' fall fast, they thought they was thrown away
[01:09.149]Rollin' on choppers like Big Moe
[01:10.618]Bay City, Texas, lil' bitch, it's kick door
[01:12.523]Hogg talkin' 'bout a dice game, what it hit for?
[01:14.388]Me and Peso hittin' licks in the trench coat (Hrrt)
[01:14.920][Verse 2: That Mexican OT]
[01:16.706]Got a Wockhardt water jug to quench my thirst
[01:18.469]While I'm hittin' it from the back, I be diggin' in her purse
[01:20.388]I'm consider a killer 'cause I sped up a killer verse
[01:22.323]Rollin' tongue with a cowboy hat, I did it first
[01:24.378]And you can tell Soulja Boy I said it
[01:25.909]Gon' 'head give his ass the message
[01:27.364]You should know I'm Southside steppin'
[01:28.700]I ain't got no nunchucks, MAC-11 my weapon
[01:30.554]You ain't never broke a leg, you ain't steppin' how I'm steppin'
[01:32.511]I push up, look at me like lil' Luchador
[01:34.501]Clumsy-ass boy droppin' dick in a stupid whore
[01:36.472]Shot out to Virgil 'cause this is who I do it for
[01:38.408]Pour an eighth in the Fanta, now it looks like it's Baltimore
[01:40.246]Rings lookin' like I had won eight Super Bowls
[01:42.238]Whippin' up a menudo inside a super bowl
[01:44.227]Smellin' like Chrome cologne mix with some booty hole
[01:46.098]"OT, you stupid," ho, huh, I already know
[01:47.932]Huh, you ain't gotta tell me
[01:49.406]Urban cowboy gettin' booty in the Chevy
[01:51.327]She like my country grammar like I was Nelly
[01:53.278]Cook her a noodle pack and make her spaghetti
[01:55.172]Move, bitch, get out of here
[01:56.696]OT fallin' off? No, this is not the year
[01:58.473]Thought of my mama and I had to drop a tear
[02:00.414]Now I'm on top and I got the whole block in here (Grrt)
[02:01.858][Chorus: That Mexican OT]
[02:02.824]Fresh to death, steppin' out lookin' like Baby Zay
[02:04.773]My accessories are grills and a throw away
[02:06.675]We had so many breaks the head came in today
[02:08.567]God, I'm gon' fall fast, they thought they was thrown away
[02:10.566]Rollin' on choppers like Big Moe
[02:12.003]Bay City, Texas, lil' bitch, it's kick door
[02:13.936]Hogg talkin' 'bout a dice game, what it hit for?
[02:15.794]Me and Peso hittin' licks in the trench coat (Hrrt)
[02:18.229]Fresh to death, steppin' out lookin' like Baby Zay
[02:20.187]My accessories are grills and a throw away
[02:22.047]We had so many breaks the head came in today
[02:23.963]God, I'm gon' fall fast, they thought they was thrown away
[02:25.933]Rollin' on choppers like Big Moe
[02:27.375]Bay City, Texas, lil' bitch, it's kick door
[02:29.275]Hogg talkin' 'bout a dice game, what it hit for?
[02:31.101]Me and Peso hittin' licks in the trench coat (Hrrt)
[02:31.783][Outro]
[02:34.217](Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)

作词 : Virgil Gazca/Mario Antonio Herrera/Joel Banks/Taylor Banks/Ramiro Morales/Trevin Clay
作曲 : Virgil Gazca/Mario Antonio Herrera/Joel Banks/Taylor Banks/Ramiro Morales/Trevin Clay
Huh, ice, ice
Huh, ayy
Huh (Huh)
Tattoos all on my skin (Yeah)
Pull up in the drop top Benz (Skrrt)
In Miami like a dolphin and I'm walkin' with a FN
Two brand new 'fits done spent like ten (Ayy)
New ARP, when I shoot, don't jam (Brrt, brrt)
Nigga, look up at the wrist, got an all gold presi' (Ice)
I might pull up in a pot, throw 'bows on the Chevy (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, lil' nigga, please get on (Yeah)
Catchin' a bag of money, dance up in the end zone (Ayy)
I like thick hoes, huh, with their wrist froze, huh, with their ass so fat, you can sit on (Ice)
Get chop' with a brick in the kitchen got a machete (Slice)
I'll slice a nigga head like an egg with confetti (Uh, ayy)
Got all white Air Force 1s like Nelly (Ayy)
Got a Wackhardt pint sittin' nice in my belly (Wock', huh)
Me and OT pulled up in the two twin 'Lacs (Yeah)
Got the Glock on my lap with the switches attached (Brrt)
Two hundred in the SRT might crash
Play with Zay, I'll shoot you in the face for a scratch (Racks)
Got your bitch eatin' dick, might nut up on her lash (Huh)
In a brand new tank goin' hard for the cash (Ayy)
Two fifty in the bag, now I ball like Nash (Ayy)
I'm a dirty-ass Mexican, leave 'em all with a rash, ayy (Ice, ice, ayy)
Fresh to death, steppin' out lookin' like Baby Zay
My accessories are grills and a throw away
We had so many breaks the head came in today
God, I'm gon' fall fast, they thought they was thrown away
Rollin' on choppers like Big Moe
Bay City, Texas, lil' bitch, it's kick door
Hogg talkin' 'bout a dice game, what it hit for?
Me and Peso hittin' licks in the trench coat (Hrrt)
Got a Wockhardt water jug to quench my thirst
While I'm hittin' it from the back, I be diggin' in her purse
I'm consider a killer 'cause I sped up a killer verse
Rollin' tongue with a cowboy hat, I did it first
And you can tell Soulja Boy I said it
Gon' 'head give his ass the message
You should know I'm Southside steppin'
I ain't got no nunchucks, MAC-11 my weapon
You ain't never broke a leg, you ain't steppin' how I'm steppin'
I push up, look at me like lil' Luchador
Clumsy-ass boy droppin' dick in a stupid whore
Shot out to Virgil 'cause this is who I do it for
Pour an eighth in the Fanta, now it looks like it's Baltimore
Rings lookin' like I had won eight Super Bowls
Whippin' up a menudo inside a super bowl
Smellin' like Chrome cologne mix with some booty hole
"OT, you stupid," ho, huh, I already know
Huh, you ain't gotta tell me
Urban cowboy gettin' booty in the Chevy
She like my country grammar like I was Nelly
Cook her a noodle pack and make her spaghetti
Move, bitch, get out of here
OT fallin' off? No, this is not the year
Thought of my mama and I had to drop a tear
Now I'm on top and I got the whole block in here (Grrt)
Fresh to death, steppin' out lookin' like Baby Zay
My accessories are grills and a throw away
We had so many breaks the head came in today
God, I'm gon' fall fast, they thought they was thrown away
Rollin' on choppers like Big Moe
Bay City, Texas, lil' bitch, it's kick door
Hogg talkin' 'bout a dice game, what it hit for?
Me and Peso hittin' licks in the trench coat (Hrrt)
Fresh to death, steppin' out lookin' like Baby Zay
My accessories are grills and a throw away
We had so many breaks the head came in today
God, I'm gon' fall fast, they thought they was thrown away
Rollin' on choppers like Big Moe
Bay City, Texas, lil' bitch, it's kick door
Hogg talkin' 'bout a dice game, what it hit for?
Me and Peso hittin' licks in the trench coat (Hrrt)
(Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)