[Intro]
(Damn, Suicidal)

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
I be creeping, I be lurking
Forgi's on the Cadillac in the back, back
Got a hundred bands in a brand new blue Birkin (Uh-huh)
Oh yeah, theses VV's, yeah, that's for certain
Diamonds on my body looking like Poseidon (Woo, woo)
Yeah, I be styling and profiling, bitch, I be working (Let's get it, uh-huh)

[Verse 1: Saxkboy KD]
I block the scene, you peep me, bitch, is you fuckin' a G or you not? (What's up?)
I ain't finna play with a ho and I told you before you ain't suckin', can't come to the spot (The spot)
I treat all my bitches like classes, dismiss 'em
I'm only on this 'cause these n***as is not (Let's go, yeah, yeah)
Getting y'all heart broke slipping, if a ho in my mentions (Woo)
She loyal or catchin' this Glock (Saxk shit)
Glizzy, tizzy
N***a too close to me, he gon' die if he all in my face, on Face Gang (Saxk shit)
These n***as some hoes, for real
I done seen n***as snitch to the laws, the duck-chain game (Come on)
I ain't stuntin', get 'em rolled, for real
I can be at a show with my killers on the same thing (Uh-huh)
Immaculate, know I'm too fresh to be fighting (Woo, woo, woo)
They smacking shit, you better come wit' your Blick or you ducking this (Let's go)
Still finna fuck a bitch mouth, still finna clutch when it's hot (Oh, yeah)
You ain't on shit, how you gon' run with yo' gun knowing it's a bullet up top? (Yeah, yeah)
N***as just hoes, woo, that's all I got
Wait, tell how they living a lie (Nah, for real)
N***a, you said it these n***as living a lie
They bitching and cappin' a lot (Let's go)
Fronting for bitches that's fucking for free (Uh-huh)
Have fun, I'm unique, knocking bitches off feet (Yeah, yeah)
Tell a ho, "Turn around", beat the cheeks off a freak (Woo)
Face down, gang want her, pass the ho to OT (Uh-huh)
We killing these beats
A n***a jump on after us? You crazy, you gotta be sleep (He mad)
Ripping this shit, hands down, I don't play with my money (No, yeah)
Get paid to rap on these beats, n***a (Yeah)
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
I be creeping, I be lurking
Forgi's on the Cadillac in the back, back
Got a hundred bands in a brand new blue Birkin (Uh-huh)
Oh yeah, theses VV's, yeah, that's for certain
Diamonds on my body looking like Poseidon
Yeah, I be styling and profiling, bitch, I be working (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Saxk Gang]
Feeling I'm making it rain, twin bringing the pain, for sure, we get even
Say he creeping, well, I can't see 'em
Where he creeping, that's where I'ma leave 'em
Beef 'bout a ho, I don't care she a eater
I step G Nikes, fresh pair with a heater
Yeah, stylist know I don't need it (Woo, woo)
Me and twin on a block, say it's still gettin' deeper
Bitch, this lil' E, I'm FG
Been known to get close, send 'em down when I creep
Do it on feet, Glock 23 (In the name of my brother, I'm steppin')
Real smoke, know it's potent
Saxk Gang, what it do? Let me know, I'm tryna scheme (Shotty gotta rock his body)
Left 'em all in the street, hear the Face Gang, baby
They knowin' what it be, that's me (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
And I'm clutchin' hard, don't get turned to a hashtag (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Man, I'm high as hell, in the cut with a big GAT (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Got shit bagged (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Uh, and I want the money, for real, still in the trenches
My n***a, we thuggin', for real
Tic, tac, toe if a n***a out (Yeah)
I lift a leg up, wasn't playing, 'bout to hit now (What, fam?)
Ain't got no time to waste, so I'm rushin'
If it ain't 'bout money, then why we discussing?
Toilet bowl, he disrespect me, I'ma flush 'em (I'll flush that)
I'm known for punching n***as down, bloody knuckles
Pop, goes the weasel, now he in trouble
I hopped out the porch and went found me a hustle (Lil' Toolie)
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
I be creeping, I be lurking
Forgi's on the Cadillac in the back, back
Got a hundred bands in a brand new blue Birkin (Uh-huh)
Oh yeah, theses VV's, yeah, that's for certain
Diamonds on my body looking like Poseidon (Woo, woo)
Yeah, I be styling and profiling, bitch, I be working (Uh-huh)