Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
That Mexican OT
Vocals
BigXthaPlug
Vocals
Big Yavo
Vocals
Rage Santana
Programming
Mike Tucci
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
VIRGIL GAZCA
Songwriter
Xavier Landum
Songwriter
Yaven Mannie Mauldin
Songwriter
Robert Lavar McCoy Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rage Santana
Producer
Caleb C4 Albarado
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
I be walkin' 'round with a big stick
It can make lil' buddy do a back flip
On Crip
Hundred round, drum, I don't miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his Mama throw a bitch fit
Say you want smoke? Push up, you can hit this
Boss ass Mexican, I got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top, I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name of the hit list
[Chorus]
I'm that Mexican that they wanna be, nah, fuck that, I'm that Mexican they wanna see
It's that Mexican O to the motherfuckin' T
Put your motherfuckin' face on a motherfuckin' tee
Bitch, I stay after F, I'm a motherfuckin' G
I put plottin' and schemin', creepin' with demons, one deep
I got a big ole choppa, knock his ass off his feet
Anybody that say they got a problem, I knock out his teeth
Put a big "X" on his head if he a plug, I'ma call up Big X, that's my motherfuckin' thug
We gon' push up with yoppas and choppas, and yeah, we gon' pop 'em, we gon' let it rain, let it flood
Blow him back with the Big Mac, fold him like a pretzel
Big booty bitch, bust it down like a bezel
I be runnin' through the streets, I be playin' around with the devil
Creepin' and crawlin', I walk with the metal
[Chorus]
I be walkin' 'round with a big stick
It can make lil' buddy do a back flip
On Crip
Hundred round, drum, I don't miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his Mama throw a bitch fit
Say you want smoke? Push up, you can hit this
Boss ass Mexican, I got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top, I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name of the hit list
[Verse 1]
These **** be talkin' and actin' like they really outside, you a pussy, boy, stop lyin'
Me and my ****, we strapped with that gunfire
Call that Mexican OT, make you sweat like a drumline
Me and my **** bangin' the same, like one kind
And I never run 'less it's twelve on the frontline
Better keep they lil' pistols, you know that I got mine
Tell my son everyday, 'fore I leave, that I'm not dyin'
In my hood, I'm connected and good like a stop sign
You not havin' that shit like you say, boy, stop lyin'
Callin' the plays in my circle like Matt Ryan
Threw a pack to my dawg, ran it up for a touchdown
Phone call with the socket, I love when they touchdown
You **** ain't gang or the same, don't come 'round
Kick at this door, all he hear is a gun sound
Fuck around, get his ass gunned down, gang
[Chorus]
I be walkin' 'round with a big stick
It can make lil' buddy do a back flip
On Crip
Hundred round, drum, I don't miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his Mama throw a bitch fit
Say you want smoke? Push up, you can hit this
Boss ass Mexican, I got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top, I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name of the hit list
[Verse 2]
I'm havin' Wock in my cup, I can't get sick
This blick'll sit his ass down like a picnic
My bitch havin' clips in her purse, not no lipstick
Just picked up a strip of the percs, I want twenty (Sike)
I really want thirty, need that cash in a hurry
These **** just like a phone with no service
She know I ball, so it be hard curve me
Where I'm from **** run in yo' home like a Derby, yeah
Everyday I wake up and get mula
Reach for my neck, send ya ass to the gulag
**** can't trap, need to go get a new job
Young **** fucked up steal yo' car with a screw driver
Take yo' shit, ask you, "What you gon' do 'bout it?"
I put boobs on the stick, give the choppa a new body
Designer my frames, I'm spendin'
If she don't give brain, I'm dippin' (I'm gone)
Ain't comin' off top, then I'm out of there
Ain't gotta go shoppin', 'cause I got a lot to wear
Only a pair of shoes and shop when I land
If shawty too stiff, then I'm poppin' her friend
You know Ya' have been boss, still will serve you a Xan
Free the bro behind bars in the can
In Cali, rollin' up Za with my feet in the sand
With a clean ass Glock in case it get dirty like Dan
[Chorus]
I be walkin' 'round with a big stick
It can make lil' buddy do a back flip
On Crip
Hundred round, drum, I don't miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his Mama throw a bitch fit
Say you want smoke? Push up, you can hit this
Boss ass Mexican, I got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, I'ma knock off his top, I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name of the hit list
Written by: Robert McCoy, VIRGIL GAZCA, Xavier Landum, Yaven Mannie Mauldin