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[Intro] (808 Mafia) [Verse 1: That Mexican OT] Ho, stop callin' me the number-one Latino rapper, bitch Because I'm shittin' on the Blacks and whites, it's not just Mexicans "OT, you made the XXL list?" I'm screamin', "Fuck that shit" You can catch me sippin' on some medicine where Texas is Come to Texas, you'll see shit you never seen like, "What is swangin'?" Bitch, I'm in the slab inside the country, slow, loud, and I'm bangin' I'm from Be Careful Tejas, we drag nuts and leave 'em hangin' I'm pimpin' hoes and slangin' 'bows, lil' bitch, better have my payment Player-made, I just came and your bitch just came with me Gravedigger, I'm a wig splitter, keep that thang with me Blue gun, clip look like a C, it's gangbangin' with me Call your bitch, tell her come over, she gon' choo-choo train with me Got a homie lookin' like the Children of Corn We gon' hit a drive-by, we gon' slide in a foreign If they don't let me in, I'ma kick in the door Fah-fah-fah, hit 'em up with a four 3 a.m. in the car and we geekin' Got a halo, but I'm in a Demon Don't be a hero, 'cause like Sub-Zero I push up on your block and I freeze it Diamonds in my mouth, I always be cheesin' Ballin' hard, goin' in for no reason I gotta tell all my people that we gonna be okay, we takin' over the season Anybody say they got a problem, hit 'em with the yopper Pow, pow, put it on mama, I'm bringin' the drama Bombin' lil' buddy like I was Osama I'm Terminator, bitch, I walk with a chopper [Verse 2: ScarLip] Yo, since Nike Cortez and capris, I been a big body Scar here, this the last dance, ain't no TikTok-y Real cocky, when pussy gets around, it gets Chris Rock-y Took so many dicks up in the ass, now that bitch cocky Show no emotions, growin' up, we had to fight tears Bloodshed, tears shed for anyone who might care Can't stop, won't stop, the finish line is right there Creep up in they dreams, pen game give 'em nightmares I don't dick ride, bitch, I ride dick Mob shit, put face in some states like I'm John Wick The Glock is a molester, touchin' niggas without consent And my fist is a compressor, metal stone to leave an axe Hawaiian flavor with these hoes, I don't punch that way Fuckin' for bands and catchin' AIDS, I ain't cut that way With your cheap ass Should throw a bunch of donuts at your sweet ass This the type to blow you off the globe and make you relapse Me and Tim Duncan on your bitches like a relapse Tell 'em kiss the ass inside my hole in case they— Youngins trappin' off the Android, claimin' that they fear one Don't air one, nigga, that's the same song that Sam sung But now he missin', probably swimmin' with shit that I could do I'm stoppin' you, even Kim know it's possible I move weight, snatch plates like a smooth shake Make toothaches when I move cake, then I vacate With a dick that I ride D on better than Celine Fuck you mean? I'll turn a nigga crispy for the cream Nigga, just keep it a Fendi with me, just keep it a bean Keep it P, I'm the first thing that John has ever seen, ah [Verse 3: Skilla Baby] I fuck with Southside 'cause I know he got my back I'm the richest young nigga, doin' this shit without a plaque Pushin' records out the studio, I treat it like my trap Henri from BMF, ain't doin' shit without my strap I'm a self-made millionaire, nobody put me on I ain't tryna make no friends in this shit, nigga, I'm grown I ain't standin' in no nigga entourage to do a song Five jail calls a day, I don't like talkin' on the phone, nigga Neck froze, nigga, all my bitches cold, nigga All my hoes come with French tips and white toes, nigga This studio was made for me, my money long, nigga Hustle strong, I got money older than an old nigga Boss man from the D, man, low-key, this shit just in me I'm leavin' the club, I'm tryna yoom, these bitches tryna get in with me Nigga, I'm a jaywalker, what that mean? A walkin' ticket Any nigga ever went against this shit, them niggas finished [Verse 4: Cash Cobain] Okay, Slizzy, all I rap about is fuckin' 'Cause all my bitches stay bussin' Okay, walk inside the club with that shit tucked in Okay, it cost about a dub for me to go clubbin' Okay, fast bars, fast cars, that's my budget Oh, and I'll still be on the block, bitches love it I am not tryna discuss it, it ain't 'bout the money, then fuck it Went OT just to cut it, all my bitches be slutty These niggas wanna be friends, I am not tryna be buddy Top-five Slizzy or nothin', not my Slizzy, you buggin' [Verse 5: Lay Bankz] Yeah Since I got my weight up, I been feelin' heavy Nineteen, but I'm my own boss, so I'ma hold it steady Never been the type to gloat or boast, but I could do the most I'm the youngest turnt, no, I ain't older, but I'm over hoes My music dope, they overdose Givin' what's needed what bitches don't do I'm so conceited like what I don't do? Made a few milli' just off of Pro Tools I don't need makeup to post on socials Bitches ain't seein' me, fuck bifocals Difference is, with me, I never been dependent Never need a nigga to do shit, these hoes be codependent Hated when I said these men give me the ick, ain't understand it But if I said it, then I fuckin' meant it, huh, no corrections, huh Steady burstin' bubbles and bruisin' egos, just bein' me, though My body tea, though, and bitch, it's Cheeto Lotta shit you seen these bitches doin', yeah, I started it Party music? No, I ain't create it, I was part of it, the evolution All this shit these hoes doin'? Yeah, I was first to do it But I ain't trippin', stay original Manifested everything I got, this moment biblical, I work for it Huh, yeah I said I manifested everything I got, this moment biblical, I work for it Huh, yeah, big Bankz