Accessories

Lyrics

[Intro: Peso Peso] Huh, ice, ice Huh, ayy Huh (Huh) [Verse 1: Peso Peso] Tattoos all on my skin (Yeah) Pull up in the drop top Benz (Skrrt) In Miami like a dolphin and I'm walkin' with a FN Two brand new 'fits, done spent like ten (Ayy) New ARP, when I shoot, don't jam (Brrt, brrt) Nigga, look up at the wrist, got an all gold presi' (Ice) I might pull up in a pot, throw 'bows on the Chevy (Yeah, yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, lil' nigga, please get on (Yeah) Catchin' a bag of money, dance up in the end zone (Ayy) I like thick hoes, huh, with their wrist froze, huh, with their ass so fat, you can sit on (Ice) Get chop' with a brick in the kitchen got a machete (Slice) I'll slicе a nigga head like an egg with confеtti (Uh, ayy) Got all white Air Force 1s like Nelly (Ayy) Got a Wockhardt pint sittin' nice in my belly (Wock', huh) Me and OT pulled up in the two twin 'Lacs (Yeah) Got the Glock on my lap with the switches attached (Brrt) Two hundred in the SRT might crash Play with Zay, I'll shoot you in the face for a scratch (Racks) Got your bitch eatin' dick, might nut up on her lash (Huh) In a brand new tank goin' hard for the cash (Ayy) Two fifty in the bag, now I ball like Nash (Ayy) I'm a dirty-ass Mexican, leave 'em all with a rash, ayy (Ice, ice, ayy) [Chorus: That Mexican OT] Fresh to death, steppin' out lookin' like Baby Zay My accessories are grills and a throw away We had so many breaks, the head came in today God, I'm gon' fall fast, they thought they was thrown away Rollin' on choppers like Big Moe Bay City, Texas, lil' bitch, it's kick door Hogg talkin' 'bout a dice game, what it hit for? Me and Peso hittin' licks in the trench coat (Hrrt) [Verse 2: That Mexican OT] Got a Wockhardt water jug to quench my thirst While I'm hittin' it from the back, I be diggin' in her purse I'm consider a killer 'cause I sped up a killer verse Rollin' tongue with a cowboy hat, I did it first And you can tell Soulja Boy I said it Gon' 'head give his ass the message You should know I'm Southside steppin' I ain't got no nunchucks, MAC-11 my weapon You ain't never broke a leg, you ain't steppin' how I'm steppin' I push up, look at me like lil' Luchador Clumsy-ass boy droppin' dick in a stupid whore Shot out to Virgil 'cause this is who I do it for Pour an eighth in the Fanta, now it looks like it's Baltimore Rings lookin' like I had won eight Super Bowls Whippin' up a menudo inside a super bowl Smellin' like Chrome cologne mix with some booty hole "OT, you stupid," ho, huh, I already know Huh, you ain't gotta tell me Urban cowboy gettin' booty in the Chevy She like my country grammar like I was Nelly Cook her a noodle pack and make her spaghetti Move, bitch, get out of here OT fallin' off? No, this is not the year Thought of my mama and I had to drop a tear Now I'm on top and I got the whole block in here (Grrt) [Chorus: That Mexican OT] Fresh to death, steppin' out lookin' like Baby Zay My accessories are grills and a throw away We had so many breaks, the head came in today God, I'm gon' fall fast, they thought they was thrown away Rollin' on choppers like Big Moe Bay City, Texas, lil' bitch, it's kick door Hogg talkin' 'bout a dice game, what it hit for? Me and Peso hittin' licks in the trench coat (Hrrt) Fresh to death, steppin' out lookin' like Baby Zay My accessories are grills and a throw away We had so many breaks, the head came in today God, I'm gon' fall fast, they thought they was thrown away Rollin' on choppers like Big Moe Bay City, Texas, lil' bitch, it's kick door Hogg talkin' 'bout a dice game, what it hit for? Me and Peso hittin' licks in the trench coat (Hrrt) [Outro] (Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)