[Intro: DRODi]
Ayy, BeatOn
What it do?
Ayy, I need some beats, bro, I'm finna head to the studio right now
Say less, what vibe you on?
Man, just shoot me some type shit
'Bout to send you a pack right now
Alright, that's a bet

[Verse 1: DRODi]
I call my boy BeatOn, tell him put a beat on
My ice more cold than a can full of freon
You talkin' 'bout you're pissed off, get you a peon
This weed is from Cali and my car European
I be shinin' like some neon
A hatin'-ass bitch, man, I wouldn't wanna be one
Every time they hear me talk, they like, damn, where is he from?
Bitch, I'm from Texas, Bimmer, not a Lexus
I'm in that old-school bangin' gears, drivin' reckless
I gave your bitch my number, now she won't stop textin'
Twenty thousand dollars for an iced-out necklace
Smokin' on that killer, pocket full of scrilla
I only smoke the high, no, I don't smoke the middle
I got more zippers than a jacket off of Thriller
Big boss man what I see inside the mirror
I never see my haters at the bank or at the dealer
Or at Pappasito's, garlic butter with fajitas
Damn, that's crazy, I fuck a bitch, make her crazy
I'm an outsider like Swayze, I smoke too much, now I'm lazy
And everything lookin' hazy, I bought a Glock for my safety
I told her swallow my babies, I'm smokin' flowers like daisies
Now my weed taste amazin' and I see why they hate it
I keep some chrome wheels skatin', could fuck they ho without datin'
Me and the plug, we related, I'm flyin' P's like the '80s
'Cause shippin' packs overrated, I'm thankin' God that I made it
Spark big blunts with a smile on my face
I'm happy than a bitch 'cause I just beat my case
The smoke from the 'Wood hit my eye, feel like mace
I just got some stamps, trade my lick for some shake
Droppin' dick inside this bitch, finna cause an earthquake
And the way these haters fall, I should probably keep a rake
Yeah, the way that DRODi ball, should've hit the NBA
Man
[Verse 2: That Mexican OT]
I'm on the stage, they screamin' my name, I see titties in the front row
I'm a dirty-ass Mexican, I'm hawkin' loogies in her butthole
How many dicks is a buttload? 'Cause I bring enough for a truckload
Saturday night off the liquor, I fucked around and fucked a stud ho (Shut up, ho)
Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' people on accident
I got a partner named CJ from the Peach, and, yes, he's crackin' shit (Ayy, cuh)
The lines of the pollen be flyin' inside of the white vehicle
Skonkas blowin' me up like, "No, bitch, I don't wanna be with you"
Live in Cali, steppin' into Vegas, I'm on the way to Denver
When I get there, I'll probably get some pussy and make her pay for dinner
In the Escalade and it's fogged out, it look like mountains in the distance
On the highway sittin' sideways tryna do this music mission
Oh, he a Mexican from Texas and he spittin' like that? What the fuck?
I ain't never heard of that, that's like a cow tryna fuck a duck
These ain't feathers you wanna pluck, pop the trunk and then make it pump (Boom-boom)
Bumper kit shinin', Mexican still grindin'
See that boy actin' a clown? Never mind him
Get drunk and get high, pop X and ask why
I'm still too fly and I still serve fry
(I'm still too fly and I still serve fry)
Bumper kit shinin', Mexican still grindin'
See that boy actin' a clown? Never mind him
Get drunk and get high, pop X and ask why
I'm still too fly and I still serve fry
[Outro: That Mexican OT]
Bow down, bow down
Bow down, bow down
Bow down, bow down
Bow down, bow down