[Intro: That Mexican OT]
Yeah
In the booth with my man Pollo
C4 K3vlar, you know what it is
Because she
And because I
But mostly because of she and I

[Chorus: That Mexican OT & K3vlar Deon]
Yeah, she (She), likes (Likes), the way (The way), that I (That I)
Roll my weed up (Roll my weed up), roll my weed up, yeah
And I (I), like (Like), to drink (To drink), so I (So I)
Pour my lean up (Pour my lean up), then I pour more lean up, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
I'ma kick back, sit back, relax, max, and cool
Got my dick on my bitch sayin', "OT, I'm wet like a pool"
Put a rope around his neck and I yank it until I break it
If he thinkin' he the best, then he mistaken, I'ma spank him
5.56 uppercut like a boxer, smoke him like a rasta
Me and Shunny makin' money on the way to Blue Lobster
Mi casa su casa is what pops said
Hot lead is what I'm exchanging
Guns banging when he drop dead (Right on)
Yeah, I'ma pop out with this Glock out
With your baby mama, my cock out
Blow her back out when I rock out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I ain't worried 'bout no oppositions 'cause I'm quick to get it
Ain't no decision-making or hesitation, I'm gon' bang it
I'ma push up, hop out, yeah, I got the top down
All of them be hatin' 'cause they see I'm at the top now
Fuck with me, get cropped out, bitch, I'm from the dirty South
"I wanna see your grill," she like them diamonds in my mouth
[Chorus: That Mexican OT & K3vlar Deon]
Yeah, she (She), likes (Likes), the way (The way), that I (That I)
Roll my weed up (Roll my weed up), roll my weed up, yeah
And I (I), like (Like), to drink (To drink), so I (So I)
Pour my lean up (Pour my lean up), then I pour more lean up, yeah

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Uh, trail in my Chevy to Texas
Fuck paint shop blessing
The sickest around, he put me down
Look at me now
Hit the switch, caught your bitch looking
Passed the joint to her and she took it
The scene, we shook it
Jive turkeys not worthy
Swerve into the company of folks who more deserving
Laid my Impala to the concrete
Increase the property value in your hood when I roll down your street (When I come dippin' down your street)
Lit the weed
Ideas came to me in groups of threes
Plans in motion, yes, indeed
Water that receive
All the nutrients and sunlight that it need
Maintain my high and stay free
That's me
High as fuck, low-key
6'4", ten batteries hot as fish grease
You on hot, pull up front, let's see
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen, n***a
[Chorus: That Mexican OT & K3vlar Deon]
Yeah, she (She), likes (Likes), the way (The way), that I (That I)
Roll my weed up (Roll my weed up), roll my weed up, yeah
And I (I), like (Like), to drink (To drink), so I (So I)
Pour my lean up (Pour my lean up), then I pour more lean up, yeah