[Intro: That Mexican OT]

Yeah

In the booth with my man Pollo

C4 K3vlar, you know what it is

Because she

And because I

But mostly because of she and I

[Chorus: That Mexican OT & K3vlar Deon]

Yeah, she (She), likes (Likes), the way (The way), that I (That I)

Roll my weed up (Roll my weed up), roll my weed up, yeah

And I (I), like (Like), to drink (To drink), so I (So I)

Pour my lean up (Pour my lean up), then I pour more lean up, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]

I'ma kick back, sit back, relax, max, and cool

Got my dick on my bitch sayin', "OT, I'm wet like a pool"

Put a rope around his neck and I yank it until I break it

If he thinkin' he the best, then he mistaken, I'ma spank him

5.56 uppercut like a boxer, smoke him like a rasta

Me and Shunny makin' money on the way to Blue Lobster

Mi casa su casa is what pops said

Hot lead is what I'm exchanging

Guns banging when he drop dead (Right on)

Yeah, I'ma pop out with this Glock out

With your baby mama, my cock out

Blow her back out when I rock out

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

I ain't worried 'bout no oppositions 'cause I'm quick to get it

Ain't no decision-making or hesitation, I'm gon' bang it

I'ma push up, hop out, yeah, I got the top down

All of them be hatin' 'cause they see I'm at the top now

Fuck with me, get cropped out, bitch, I'm from the dirty South

"I wanna see your grill," she like them diamonds in my mouth

[Chorus: That Mexican OT & K3vlar Deon]

Yeah, she (She), likes (Likes), the way (The way), that I (That I)

Roll my weed up (Roll my weed up), roll my weed up, yeah

And I (I), like (Like), to drink (To drink), so I (So I)

Pour my lean up (Pour my lean up), then I pour more lean up, yeah

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Uh, trail in my Chevy to Texas

Fuck paint shop blessing

The sickest around, he put me down

Look at me now

Hit the switch, caught your bitch looking

Passed the joint to her and she took it

The scene, we shook it

Jive turkeys not worthy

Swerve into the company of folks who more deserving

Laid my Impala to the concrete

Increase the property value in your hood when I roll down your street (When I come dippin' down your street)

Lit the weed

Ideas came to me in groups of threes

Plans in motion, yes, indeed

Water that receive

All the nutrients and sunlight that it need

Maintain my high and stay free

That's me

High as fuck, low-key

6'4", ten batteries hot as fish grease

You on hot, pull up front, let's see

Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen, nigga

[Chorus: That Mexican OT & K3vlar Deon]

Yeah, she (She), likes (Likes), the way (The way), that I (That I)

Roll my weed up (Roll my weed up), roll my weed up, yeah

And I (I), like (Like), to drink (To drink), so I (So I)

Pour my lean up (Pour my lean up), then I pour more lean up, yeah