Beat Box

[Intro]
(Ayo, is That Mexican OT?)

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
Put some fish hooks in your eyelids and pull them back
Say, don't miss the gun, click, clack, and then clap, where you at? Roger that
"Virgil, Virgil, did you roger that?"
Beat his corpse with an all-wood baseball bat, I swung 'til it cracked in half
Fifty powder packs up all night like a zombie, yeah
I'll be workin' where the zombies at
She hit a line of dope and ripped off her nose to get the powder back, how was that?
That somebody could love somethin' so much that she would hurt herself for it
Everything that glitters isn't gold, her stupid ass fell for it
I sell dope to your pregnant bitch 'cause I'm all about the cream
If I don't do it, somebody else gon' do it, so why can't it be me?
Fuck fifty shades of gray, I'm tryna see fifty shades of green and everything else in between
I'm in the land of dead, playin' hard, tryna stack up my chi-ching
Boy, you ass-backwards, I bet you barf out your butt
Takes shits out your mouth so big that it gets stuck
You some motherfuckin' chickens who tuck your dick in their cluck
I'm tryna push up with a stick and get 'em hit like a hockey puck (Shoot Fred, shoot)

[Chorus: That Mexican OT & Lil Jairmy]
Yeah, we gon' slide on 'em (We gon' slide on 'em), we gon' ride on 'em (We gon' ride on 'em)
Put that fire on 'em (Put the fire on 'em), drop that iron on 'em (Drop that iron on 'em)
Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'
Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'
Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'
Yeah, we gon'—
We gon' slide on 'em (We gon' slide on 'em), we gon' ride on 'em (We gon' ride on 'em)
Put that fire on 'em (Put the fire on 'em), drop that iron on 'em (Drop that iron on 'em)
Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'
Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'
Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'
Yeah, we gon'— (Hmm, uh, on God)

[Verse 2: Lil Jairmy]
It really don't make no difference, I do it myself for Senate (For him)
When it comes to handlin' business, I'm havin' perfect attention (True)
Fuck all these diamonds on my neck and the attention that I'm gettin' (Ah)
I put in work for my respect, I got my rank from pullin' missions (Yeah)
I been peepin' it from a distance, you free when niggas get sentenced (What?)
These niggas going up in the rooms and tell them people all their business (Sad)
But not me, I keep my mouth closed, Lord paid choppers at my household
I pistol whip the nigga 'til he out cold (Cold)
We make niggas stay inside, we slangin' iron when we outdoors (Stay inside)
Had left that dope along to the time, I did it all, boss (All, boss)
No stove, Lord knows, I make it back, a big load (A big load)
Let me cut that music down and drive wild, watch it roll

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Yeah, we gon' slide on 'em (We gon' slide on 'em), we gon' ride on 'em (We gon' ride on 'em)
Put that fire on 'em (Put the fire on 'em), drop that iron on 'em (Drop that iron on 'em)
Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'
Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'
Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'
Yeah, we gon'—
We gon' slide on 'em (We gon' slide on 'em), we gon' ride on 'em (We gon' ride on 'em)
Put that fire on 'em (Put the fire on 'em), drop that iron on 'em (Drop that iron on 'em)
Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'
Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'
Yeah, we gon', yeah, we gon'
Yeah, we gon'—

[Verse 3: OTB Fastlane]
Ayy, ride on a nigga, slide on a nigga
Let me see your lighter, put that fire on a nigga
Hate when a bitch play and try to lie on a nigga
Like you ain't the same bitch used to cry on a nigga, fool
Head gone, I got people I lost
This for the niggas hustlin', so they won't get kicked out they house
She gon' fuck me in the bed, but eat this dick on the couch
I'm from Houston, posted up with a stick on the North
Yes, OT, overtime, lately, I'm in overgrind
I ain't tryna shoot from the street, I'm standin' over mine
Put my baby girl to bed, say my prayers with my daughter
Ain't nothin' in life more important than how she look at her father
Coulda crossed y'all on my soul, but I didn't 'cause I'm loyal
God child, Metro Mark, this gon' make the hood proud, Lou