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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
That Mexican OT
Vocals
Maxo Kream
Vocals
ItsNicklus
Programming
Jonny Shipes
Programming
Mike Tucci
Performer
Elijah Sarraga
Programming
Freek Van Workum
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Luscombe
Songwriter
VIRGIL GAZCA
Songwriter
Elijah Sarraga
Composer
Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah
Songwriter
Frederikus Theodorus Cecilia Van Workum
Songwriter
Jonathan Shapiro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ItsNicklus
Producer
Jonny Shipes
Producer
Caleb C4 Albarado
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Elijah Sarraga
Producer
Freek Van Workum
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Every beat that I'm on I'ma eat like a fat ass
You gotta be quicker than that, I'm that fast
Good dope, geeked up, filled up like a lab rat
AR-15 fit perfect in the backpack
I'm decapitating anybody hating, I'm a Lamb' in a blanket
It'll put his bitch ass right to sleep, feeling froggy then leap
I shoot at the feet
How he roll his tongue like that? It's so unique
[Verse 2]
Don't make me make this yappa
V8 in the hood, when it start it go
Big box the Glock, make the Glock go
I say for breakfast I eat Xannys
I clean my face with panties
I mix the wok with candy
I'm straight out of Texas like Sandy
I'm in the phantom like I'm Danny
Call Rozay for the Remy
I take her to the telly
Then I piss on the ho like Kelly
[Verse 3]
Oh yeah, she like the way I stick and move
There ain't nothing smooth than a hoover that groove
Choppa speaking like Biggie, so give me the loot
I might just catch me an opp or two
You ain't gangster, bitch, you Boo-Boo The Fool
Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe
[Verse 4]
Every time we get the drop, yeah, you know what we do
Came for the main opp, we gon' shoot at his crew
Murder block, foreign park bay, make it five times two
Make a **** slow row like he talkin' to Screw
We the walk-down, run-up, hop-out crew
My gun bust a Kap' but we stepping like Nupes
Hit the top boy when I up the Glock, boy
Catch you on the block, boy, all my **** gon' shoot
Bulletproof Lambo', I'm riding with the ammo
Line no west, get fanned like a candle
Money on your dome, come hit ya cabeza
Stepping on toes, got me rocking chiclettas
Made it sim pedaling, pounds, Heroin, drank, serving that PHD
Birds, I be selling them, serve you a Pelican, hit up my Mexican, get 'em OT
[Chorus]
Oh yeah, she like the way I stick and move
There ain't nothing smooth than a hoover that groove
Choppa speaking like Biggie, so give me the loot
I might just catch me an opp or two
You ain't gangster, bitch, you Boo-Boo The Fool
Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out a shoe
She like the way I stick and move
There ain't nothing smooth than a hoover that groove
Choppa speaking like Biggie, so give me the loot
I might just catch me an opp or two
You ain't gangster, bitch, you Boo-Boo The Fool
Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out a shoe
Written by: Frederikus van Workum, Jonny Shipes, Maxo Kream, Nicholas Luscombe, VIRGIL GAZCA, Young Hollywood