Chingon lyrics

[Intro: Peso Peso]
(Wonderboy)
(Ayo, Llari, this sh*t fye)
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Peso Peso & That Mexican OT]
See an opp, hit him with the AK and leave him flatlined
Rolex ice water, but I'm busy, I don't have time
A n*gga trippin', it don't matter where we at, we gon' tear it down
I'm in the trap with an Uzi, rockin' Louis, no Farrakhan
I'm a Dirty Bay baby, wavy, I'm saucy, I'm gravy
Y'all better hide y'all's lady 'cause I'ma steal her
Extended clip inside the stick look like caterpillars
Big money in other states, but in Texas, we got it bigger, for realer
AR shoot long range, step up to the plate and it's ball game
I got racks in my Amiris, ain't no money in your Balmain
While she lickin' on my bootyhole, she's jackin' off this dingaling
87-Trey, lil' b*tch, you should know that it's a hog thing
In the Benz truck, get my di*k sucked, don't get sticked up
Go to Buc-ees, I'm pourin' Actavis in a big cup
Caught him lackin', n*gga tried to pull out and still got blicked up
My chopper got chlamydia, really, yeah, she a sick sl*t
I'm on the block with a Glock, eating birria with my kinfolks
Me and OT count up more cheese with our wrist froze
I'm gettin' rich, finna f*ck up on your b*tch 'til my di*k swole
We gettin' money in the trap, we still boomin' it off the flip phone
Yeah, I'm sure you seen these boots, they on Discovery Channel
I do somebody like abuela, get 'em popped with the sandal
They say I'm too much to handle, them bullets rip off his flannel
I'm gettin' the money and stackin' the paper, I get lit just like a candle
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on 'em
Can't fake the funk, b*tch, I'ma put the K on 'em
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on 'em
Can't fake the funk, b*tch, I'ma put the K on 'em

[Verse 2: Peso Peso & That Mexican OT]
Don't let me catch him at the store, let it go, bullets drain on him
Keep a pole just like a stripper, n*gga trip, I make it rain on him
I'm selling fentanyl, n*ggas crisscrossed, don't get picked off
You got a problem? It's cool, I'm tryna knock a n*gga sh*t off
A n*gga reach up in his pocket, ain't sh*t but a lint ball
Ayy, Peso countin' pesos, I'm a big boss
Off of the Henny, I'm 'bout to f*ck with my di*k soft
Put it in her mouth, she gon' eat it up like it's applesauce
b*tch, I'm hotter than a jacket that's bein' worn by Rick Ross
Itty bitty n*gga, I told the buster to get lost
I'm That Mexican Outta Texas and I got 'em all p*ssed off
(I'm That Mexican Outta Texas and I got 'em all p*ssed off)

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on 'em
Can't fake the funk, b*tch, I'ma put the K on 'em
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on 'em
Can't fake the funk, b*tch, I'ma put the K on 'em
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on 'em
Can't fake the funk, b*tch, I'ma put the K on 'em
Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on 'em
(Can't fake the funk, b*tch, I'ma put the K on 'em)