Lyrics : Virgil Gazca/Gregory Davenport/Wmekwanem Ogugua Bloshah Jr/Marcus Lakee Edwards/Joel Banks/Taylor Banks/Benjamin Wilson
Music : Virgil Gazca/Gregory Davenport/Wmekwanem Ogugua Bloshah Jr/Marcus Lakee Edwards/Joel Banks/Taylor Banks/Benjamin Wilson
hey yo that mexican ot
I'm so cold I can shoot a mosquito's
wings through a lil peep hole
I'm feeling like a thug hero
so many war wounds from these wars
they probably think that I'm emo
I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro
my boots came straight from Nat Geo
I climbed off a horse and I jumped in the Porsche
OT,you from Texas? I tell em of course
I be deep in the country sippin' on the porch
Four pints of wockhardt imma pour up a quart
Yeah I flow like a butterfly,sting like a bumblebee
beat his bi**h a** up got him seeing double me
bi**h I'm a hybrid there ain't no other me
smelling like weed but I'm looking like a money tree
got ten bathrooms I can s**t all day
crib so big playing ball in the hallway
they be telling me rain rain better go away
'cause they know that these diamonds ain't no play play .*bling*
diamonds be lookin like a rain drop
*drip drip drip*
imma knock off his tank top. *pow pow*
give his a** a red paint job
I know the guns from China it's singing K-Pop *grrrrr*
Texas is in good hands I'm Lonestar made pimpin' *aha aha*
if you feelin froggy you can go ahead and leap
cause I pull this bi**h out and then ribbit
and for all of the dudes save the d**kriding for bi**hes
my choppa's a no good thot with extensions
runnin from the money got me feelin like I'm Emmitt
but OT boy I love you
I say I can dig it
I'm so cold I can shoot a mosquito's
wings through a lil peep hole
I'm feeling like a thug hero
so many war wounds from these wars
they probably think that I'm emo
I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro
my boots came straight from Nat Geo
persona money gang till they put me in the dirt
know a white boy shooter put a ni**a in a hurst
Led Zeppelin Limp Bizkit Fred Durst
tote a M16 like a shady verse
twelve gauge buck shots like an African
stomach gotta s**t bad like a laxative
sell crack to a cheese head Green Bay to a weed head
trap house like a Packers fan
gun for my rack selling k-pack xans
shoot a glock at the opps and the cops I ran
smoking Afghan Kush out the Pakistan
imma break the bomb down like Baghdad
dog food same colour as a Arab
got skunk in the bag like a trash man
switch on the heater
I put my d**k on my blick, my nina a trans man
this not a cat or a scat
got a demon hawk track, I don't do no trans am
imma do the whole dash with the pedal to the metal
young mans got crip,keep the flame like the devil
AR-15 like four fifteens
make it bang on the scene like the bass and the treble
like wham wham choppa go bam bam
flinstone serving them pebbles come chupo mis huevos
I'm so cold I can shoot a mosquito's
wings through a lil peep hole
I'm feeling like a thug hero
so many war wounds from these wars
they probably think that I'm emo
I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro
my boots came straight from Nat Geo
this H-town I'm straight now
'cause I stay down no games
ain't no cartoons these war wounds it ain't never trusting no lame
my check throwed my neck cold 'cause I stay inside my bag
and my license plate say Texas
so I'm sliding by in my slab
might be one deep like I'm Ro
yes it's screwed up so it's slow
only two cups in that four
and that old school sit low
yes I'm outta town with OT
bad bi**hes we low key
I've been here so they know me
and I'm everywhere that your hoe be
tell them haters I'm back
and them war wounds they fat
I got thick paint on that Lac
and it's big buds in my sack
Don Ke I'm on track
when I'm turning corners I'm cold
with that bankroll on swole
cause us real G's don't fold
I'm so cold I can shoot a mosquito's
wings through a lil peep hole
I'm feeling like a thug hero
so many war wounds from these wars
they probably think that I'm emo
I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro
my boots came straight from Nat Geo