[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' n***as 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, n***a, 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 n***a crispy for the cream
N***a, 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 n***a, 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, n***a, I'm grown
I ain't standin' in no n***a entourage to do a song
Five jail calls a day, I don't like talkin' on the phone, n***a
Neck froze, n***a, all my bitches cold, n***a
All my hoes come with French tips and white toes, n***a
This studio was made for me, my money long, n***a
Hustle strong, I got money older than an old n***a
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
N***a, I'm a jaywalker, what that mean? A walkin' ticket
Any n***a ever went against this shit, them n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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