PSA Songtext
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
Better look up at that board and check the number, I'm still scoring
Try to cancel me, but when I'm on that stage, they still be roaring
Better ask my booking agency, lil' ho, I still be touring
Fuckin' bad bitches, I don't know her name, but the ho look like a Lauren
Got people mad at me, but it's okay, I keep it a G
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
Better look up at that board and check the number, I'm still scoring
Try to cancel me, but when I'm on that stage, they still be roaring
Better ask my booking agency, lil' ho, I still be touring
Fuckin' bad bitches, I don't know her name, but the ho look like a Lauren
Got people mad at me, but it's okay, I keep it a G
Got love for Rolling Stones, the Billboards, and the BET
They all fuck with a Mexican, now no one fuck with OT
But if you want me to be Cucuy, well, that's okay
That's gon' be me (Right on)
Hatin' in my comments like that shit filled up your pockets
Bitch, I'll bet your ass it's still broke and you ain't even got no wallet
Like dirty laundry, money pilin', pushin' weight just like a dolly
They fuck with 12 just like a shotty, put 'em in a box like Wiley
Smoke and get money, that's my hobby
Bank account look like an Audi
Big ol' boogers in this chain
That motherfucker lookin' snotty
Gangsta for real like OG Bobby
Smokin' sleepwalkin' like Mozzy
In the hood rollin' some dice, it get dangerous just like Jumanji
Smokin' mud just like some endo
Now he good, dope out the window
Hit his ass up with the switch, I made the G-Lock a Nintendo It's a gangsta party, baby, turn me up
Treat my money like some styrofoam and make it double up
You can catch me in the hall, pin with a muddy cup
All on my body is deep paper cuts 'cause I'm so papered up
Shout out my barber, I'm so fresh and clean, I walk in tapered up
I had to ho-walk across the whole room just to come say what's up
I'm Texas Mexican till I'm gone, concrete solid to the bone
Why my raza do me wrong?
Like Three Days Grace, I walk alone
Like Kansas City, baby, let me take you to my home
Smokin' David with Goliath and that shit there got me stoned
I ain't fuckin' with none of these hoes, they want one thing, and that's just money
I done let one play with me, won't do it again, I ain't no dummy
These hoes like Deebo, make me tuck my chain and act real bummy
But I know that I be fakin' 'cause my aura just be stunnin'
To all my fans, just know I love ya, and I thank you for still rockin'
You can hate on me all you want, I got money and still poppin'
In H-Town, I part the rocket
215s, that bitch be knockin'
Tryna leave me out, but fuck these rappers
You know they can't top it
They all fuck with a Mexican, now no one fuck with OT
But if you want me to be Cucuy, well, that's okay
That's gon' be me (Right on)
Hatin' in my comments like that shit filled up your pockets
Bitch, I'll bet your ass it's still broke and you ain't even got no wallet
Like dirty laundry, money pilin', pushin' weight just like a dolly
They fuck with 12 just like a shotty, put 'em in a box like Wiley
Smoke and get money, that's my hobby
Bank account look like an Audi
Big ol' boogers in this chain
That motherfucker lookin' snotty
Gangsta for real like OG Bobby
Smokin' sleepwalkin' like Mozzy
In the hood rollin' some dice, it get dangerous just like Jumanji
Smokin' mud just like some endo
Now he good, dope out the window
Hit his ass up with the switch, I made the G-Lock a Nintendo It's a gangsta party, baby, turn me up
Treat my money like some styrofoam and make it double up
You can catch me in the hall, pin with a muddy cup
All on my body is deep paper cuts 'cause I'm so papered up
Shout out my barber, I'm so fresh and clean, I walk in tapered up
I had to ho-walk across the whole room just to come say what's up
I'm Texas Mexican till I'm gone, concrete solid to the bone
Why my raza do me wrong?
Like Three Days Grace, I walk alone
Like Kansas City, baby, let me take you to my home
Smokin' David with Goliath and that shit there got me stoned
I ain't fuckin' with none of these hoes, they want one thing, and that's just money
I done let one play with me, won't do it again, I ain't no dummy
These hoes like Deebo, make me tuck my chain and act real bummy
But I know that I be fakin' 'cause my aura just be stunnin'
To all my fans, just know I love ya, and I thank you for still rockin'
You can hate on me all you want, I got money and still poppin'
In H-Town, I part the rocket
215s, that bitch be knockin'
Tryna leave me out, but fuck these rappers
You know they can't top it
