[Intro]

(Cory Mo)

[Verse 1: Homer]

It's been a long time, but Homer Pimpson back again

And ain't shit changed, bitch, it's still kick door 'til the end

I got the juice, I got the flavor, yes, I'm takin' your bitch

I watch my bitches sixty-nine, then I tell 'em to switch

Off the cranium, I'm bangin' shit, I'm on my Dirty Bay baby shit

I'm comin' down, I'm swingin' it, kick door music, they playin' it

Oh, yes, they know what it is, but had to show 'em what it was

We got it out the mud and now the world knows us

I put the Bay up on back, then run a hundred laps

Swingin' through Be Careful Texas in a blue and yellow 'Lac

I put the Bay up on back, then run a hundred laps

Swingin' through Be Careful Texas in a blue and yellow 'Lac

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]

Friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?

Or is it my homies tryna hate me on the down low?

Is it my friends, friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?

Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?

[Verse 2: Mone]

I get more green than Promethazine

More pussy than you ever seen

The forty-five in my triple beam

I bag the work, then I serve them fiends

A livin' legend just like the Bing

You got a problem, step in the ring

I'm runnin' the game like Don King

Bow down and kiss the ring

You talkin' shit, need Listerine

My backup four magazines

White paint, inside cream

Representing that big spring

So hot, my body steam

Swingin' slow in my machine

My game superb, my gas supreme

Double cup full of that lean

I could see through you just like a screen

Can't nobody fuck with my team

Creased up in blue jeans

You look nice, my mug mean

My hands dirty, my car clean

Pressure point, infrared beam

I cock it back and shoot, I'm all about my loot

We ballin', baby, not shootin' hoops

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]

Friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?

Or is it my homies tryna hate me on the down low?

Is it my friends, friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?

Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?

[Verse 3: That Mexican OT]

I got a partner named Scales, but we call him Skeleton

Inside my body, it's Versace, but I got some Gucci skin

I'm from Texas where we put some elbows on electric Benz

Fuck your love and fuck your friends, I'm strictly 'bout my dividends

My Texas tea is very bubbly, attitude ugly

Miss me with that friendly shit, lil' boy, I ain't your buddy

Grape jelly on the outside and it's peanut butter cutting

Take a stroll through the hood, pop trunk, got me lookin' lovely

Big Pineapple with some Wockhardt

I'm from Be Careful bay house, Bay City all-star, uh

Matte black on my ARP, it look like it was Haitian

Got killers in the system and they think they on vacation

Push up to my crib, my bitch think I'm inside a spaceship

Throw my Cadillac Escalade keys on my PlayStation

We done buttered up Def Jam, upgraded to a TEC now

Rock out at the show, then blow it up like it's a meth lab, uh

Know what I'm sayin'?

Chopper sprayin'

Bodies layin'

Mamas cryin'

Can't walk outside without somebody ass dyin'

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]

Friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?

Or is it my homies tryna hate me on the down low?

Is it my friends, friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?

Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?