Accessories

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Tattoos all on my skin
Pull up in the drop top Benz
In Miami like a dolphin and I'm walkin' with a FN
Two brand new 'fits done spent like ten
New ARP, when I shoot, don't jam
Nigga, look up at the wrist, got an all gold presi'
I might pull up in a pot, throw 'bows on the Chevy
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, lil' nigga, please get on
Catchin' a bag of money, dance up in the end zone
I like thick hoes, huh, with their wrist froze, huh
With their ass so fat, you can sit on
Get chop' with a brick in the kitchen got a machete
I'll slice a nigga head like an egg with confetti
Got all white Air Force 1s like Nelly
Got a Wockhardt pint sittin' nice in my belly
Me and OT pulled up in the two twin 'Lacs
Got the Glock on my lap with the switches attached
Two hundred in the SRT might crash
Play with Zay, I'll shoot you in the face for a scratch
Got your bitch eatin' dick, might nut up on her lash
In a brand new tank goin' hard for the cash
Two fifty in the bag, now I ball like Nash
I'm a dirty-ass Mexican, leave 'em all with a rash, ayy

Fresh to death, steppin' out lookin' like Baby Zay
My accessories are grills and a throw away
We had so many breaks the head came in today
God, I'm gon' fall fast, they thought they was thrown away
Rollin' on choppers like Big Moe
Bay City, Texas, lil' bitch, it's kick door
Hogg talkin' 'bout a dice game, what it hit for?
Me and Peso hittin' licks in the trench coat

Got a Wackhardt water jug to quench my thirst
While I'm hittin' it from the back, I be diggin' in her purse
I'm consider a killer 'cause I sped up a killer verse
Rollin' tongue with a cowboy hat, I did it first
And you can tell Soulja Boy I said it
Gon' 'head give his ass the message
You should know I'm southside steppin'
I ain't got no nunchucks, MAC-11 my weapon
You ain't never broke a leg, you ain't steppin' how I'm steppin'
I push up, look at me like lil' Luchador
Clumsy-ass boy droppin' dick in a stupid whore
Shot out to Virgil 'cause this is who I do it for
Eighth in the Fanta, now it looks like it's Baltimore
Rings lookin' like I had won eight Super Bowls
Whippin' up a menudo inside a super bowl
Smellin' like Chrome cologne mix with some booty hole
OT, you stupid, ho, yeah, I already know
Huh, you ain't gotta tell me
Urban cowboy gettin' booty in the Chevy
She like my country grammar like I was Nelly
Cook her a noodle pack and make her spaghetti
Move, bitch, get out of here
OT fallin' off? No, this is not the year
Thought of my mama and I had to drop a tear
Now I'm on top and I got the whole block in here

Fresh to death, steppin' out lookin' like Baby Zay
My accessories are grills and a throw away
We had so many breaks the head came in today
God, I'm gon' fall fast, they thought they was thrown away
Rollin' on choppers like Big Moe
Bay City, Texas, lil' bitch, it's kick door
Hogg talkin' 'bout a dice game, what it hit for?
Me and Peso hittin' licks in the trench coat
Fresh to death, steppin' out lookin' like Baby Zay
My accessories are grills and a throw away
We had so many breaks the head came in today
God, I'm gon' fall fast, they thought they was thrown away
Rollin' on choppers like Big Moe
Bay City, Texas, lil' bitch, it's kick door
Hogg talkin' 'bout a dice game, what it hit for?
Me and Peso hittin' licks in the trench coat

Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?