Ayy, uh, okay, let′s get it, uh-huh, let's go

Ayy, uh, okay, let′s get it, uh-huh, okay, let's get it, uh-huh

Okay, let's get it, uh-huh (Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)

I walk around with a big stick

It gon′ make lil′ buddy do a backflip (on crip)

Hundred round drum, I don't miss shit

Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit

Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this

Boss-ass Mexican, I got me a rich bitch

Slide down his block, I′ma knock off his top

I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hit list

I′m that Mexican that they wanna be

Nah, fuck that, I'm the Mexican that they wanna see

This that Mexican O to the motherfuckin′ T

Put your motherfuckin' face on a motherfuckin' tee

Bitch, I stay after F, I′m a motherfuckin′ G

I be plottin' and schemin′, creepin' with demons one deep

I got a big old chopper, knock his ass off his feet

Anybody say they got a problem, I′ll knock out his teeth

Put a big X on his head if he a plug

I'ma call up BigX, that′s my motherfuckin' thug

We gon' push up with yoppers and choppers and yeah, we gon′ pop ′em

We gon' let it rain, let it flood

Blow ′em back with the big MAC, fold 'em like a pretzel

Big booty bitch bust it down like a bezel

I be runnin′ ' through the streets, I be playin′ 'round with the devil

Creepin' and crawlin′, I walk with the metal (fah, fah)

I walk around with a big stick

It gon′ make lil' buddy do a backflip (on crip)

Hundred round drum, I don′t miss shit

Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit

Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this

Boss-ass Mexican, I got me a rich bitch

Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top

I′ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hit list

These niggas be talkin' and actin′ like they really outside

You a pussy boy, stop lyin'

Me and my niggas, we strapped with that gunfire

Call That Mexican OT, make you sweat like a drum line

Me and my niggas bangin' the same like one kind

And I never run ′less it′s 12 on the frontline

Better keep they little pistols, you know that I got mine

Tell my son every day 'fore I leave that I′m not dyin'

In my hood, I′m connected and good like a stop sign

You not havin' that shit like you say, boy, stop lyin′

Calling up plays in my circle like Matt Ryan

Threw a pack to my dog, ran it up for a touchdown

Phone call with the socket, I love when they touch down

You niggas ain't gang or the same, don't come ′round

Kick in his door, all he hear is a gun sound (fah, fah)

Fuck around, get his ass gunned down, gang

I walk around with a big stick

It gon′ make lil' buddy do a backflip (on crip)

Hundred round drum, I don′t miss shit

Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit

Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this

Boss-ass Mexican, I got me a rich bitch

Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top

I′ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hit list

I'm havin′ Wock in my cup, I can't get sick (I can't get sick)

This blick′ll sit his ass down like a picnic (make him sit down)

My bitch having clips in her purse, not no lipstick (not no lipstick)

Just picked up a script of the Percs, I want twenty (I want)

Psych, I really want thirty, need that cash in a hurry

These niggas just like a phone with no service

She know I ball, so it be hard to curve me (ball)

Where I′m from, niggas run in your home like a derby

Yeah, every day I wake and get mullah (monyun)

Reach for my neck, send your ass to the gulag

Nigga can't trap, need to go get a new job (go get a, go get a)

Young nigga fucked up, steal your car with a screwdriver (go)

Take his shit, ask you, "What you gon′ do 'bout it?" (What you gon′-)

I put boobs on the stick, give the chopper a new body

Pull up switchin' lanes like Kiffin

Designer my frames, I′m spendin' (frames)

Wrist in the pot in the kitchen

If she don't give brain, I′m dippin′ (I'm gone)

Yeah, ain′t comin' off top, then I′m out of there (ghost)

Ain't gotta go shopping ′cause I got a lot to wear (still drip)

Only pack shoes and shop when I land (shop when I)

If shorty too stiff, then I'm popping her friend (popping her)

You know Yay having bars, still'll serve you a Xan′ (serve you a Xan′)

Free the bro behind bars in the can (Both of 'em)

In Cali′ rolling up 'za with my feet in the sand (feet in the)

With a clean-ass Glock in case it get dirty like Dan

I walk around with a big stick

It gon′ make lil' buddy do a backflip (on crip)

Hundred round drum, I don′t miss shit

Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit

Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this

Boss-ass Mexican, I got me a rich bitch

Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top

I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hit list