Pretty Rick

That Mexican OT

[Intro]
Yeah
Real south side steppin' shit, yeah, I will step on your ass
Just like that, for real, what is your sayin'?
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?

[Chorus]
I be creepin', I be crawlin', I'ma slide on 'em, ride on 'em
Like, fuck 'em, put that .9 on 'em
Fuckin' with my lil' baby brother, bitch, I'm gon' die for him
Pop out with these sticks like Pretty Rick, bullets gon' grind on 'em
I'm really 'bout business, my AR got tig ol' bitties (Uh-huh)
Big glizzy gon' hit 'em, it's spittin', it leave 'em dizzy (Uh-huh)
Click-clack (Fah-fah-fah), that big ol' AR knock his noggin' off
Take his head back to the hood, we celebratin' and pourin' up like we got a cough

[Verse 1]
Like a cavity, I'm a sweet tooth, lil' bitch, I'll gеt all inside your grill
I'll beat a nigga with my right hand and the lеft hand won't let it spill (Uh-huh)
I'm a lil' south side talkin' Texas Mexican like, nah, for real (For real)
Fuckin' on his girl, now he threatenin' to take my ass to Dr. Phil
I be south side steppin' on 'em, play a beat, fall asleep behind the wheel
Lil' buddy, I be wreckin' on 'em, he a lil' nigga, I be pickin' on him
I'ma hit his ass with a choppa like I'm Terminator
Put a Christmas tree in a raw paper
Riding 'round in the Rolls Royce, leaning back now I'm stargazin'
Texas made, riding 'round, beatin' down the block, bitch, I'm gettin' Texas paid
Prayin' to the Lord, thankin' Him that I can see another day
While I'm smokin' on some dank
Got a double cup, it's filled up with some dirty drank, ride on

[Chorus]
I be creepin', I be crawlin', I'ma slide on 'em, ride on 'em (Ride on 'em)
Like, fuck 'em, put that .9 on 'em
Fuckin' with my lil' baby brother, bitch, I'm gon' die for him
Pop out with these sticks like Pretty Rick, bullets gon' grind on 'em
I'm really 'bout business, my AR got tig ol' bitties (Uh-huh)
Big glizzy gon' hit 'em, it's spittin', it leave 'em dizzy (Uh-huh)
Click-clack (Fah-fah-fah), that big ol' AR knock his noggin' off
Take his head back to the hood, we celebratin' and pourin' up like we got a cough

[Verse 2]
My heart's colder than a cup of ice with some Activis
Push up to his baby mama house and start clappin' shit
Nut on her face and then I slap the bitch
Playa-ass Mexican, I got more hoes than Bissonnet
They gon' suck and fuck and eat your ass out like some chicken necks
I got a shot, I'ma slide on your block, I'ma hit me a three and I'm leavin' it wet
I get it crackin' like a chiropractor, fightin' like a Power Ranger, breakin' necks
I be all 'bout my fitness, runnin' for a check
I'm a wild-ass animal, bitch, you a pet
I'm too legit to call it quits
Get his ass dropkicked with a chopstick

[Chorus]
I be creepin', I be crawlin', I'ma slide on 'em, ride on 'em (Ride on 'em)
Like, fuck 'em, put that .9 on 'em
Fuckin' with my lil' baby brother, bitch, I'm gon' die for him
Pop out with these sticks like Pretty Rick, bullets gon' grind on 'em
I'm really 'bout business, my AR got tig ol' bitties (Uh-huh)
Big glizzy gon' hit 'em, it's spittin', it leave 'em dizzy (Uh-huh)
Click-clack (Fah-fah-fah), that big ol' AR knock his noggin' off
Take his head back to the hood, we celebratin' and pourin' up like we got a cough

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