Lyrics Be Careful Texas - That Mexican OT

(Damn, Suicidal)
Ayy, come here, let me talk one time

Telling my mama that I miss my people, why they had to go?
Hold the Glock on the spot, get it hot, bitch, I'ma let it blow (fah, fah, fah-fah)
I'm the black sheep of my family, they all know that my heart is cold (for real)
If you ain't gon' love me for real, don't lead me on, just let me know (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Yeah, I be clutching my spirit 'cause they want me dead laying on the floor (uh-huh, uh-huh)
When I was popping them pills, they held me down, I couldn't go
I'ma let them know how I feel, put the beat on and I'ma flow (uh-huh)
Got a .9 like I'm Rondo, blow his face like a John Doe

Hold it up with a ratchet, catch 'em at his waistline
Repping and trapping, I do it at the same time
Pussy-ass boy, so you act like a feline
Fuck her doggy style, bitch, I'ma K9
I'm automatic with static, I'm getting it crackin'
The yappa sticking to me like it's a magnet
Push up on ya blocks, buss it down like a Patek
Them bullets got them flipping like acrobatic (fah, fah, fah-fah)

I'm from Be Careful Texas, bitch, I'm a Bay City legend
I push up with something real heavy, squash his head like a veggie
Root beer with some good ol' drank, looking like it's PB&J (B&J)
Slide down his block, big body rock
Bulletproof, riding 'round in that tank

Big locin and he cracking fo's
No fighting, I keep a pole (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ran it up and I want some mo'
Forget rapping, I'm kicking doors (yeah, yeah)
They said I was tripping when I went to the drugs
I just needed some love
Diamonds on me and they look like a tub
The streets found me and they made me a thug

God, I'm sorry for the things that I done
I was doing wrong, but I'm still having fun
They want me dead so I carry a gun
One person I fear and God's the only one
Pay day was my kind of day (day)
Growing up I had to find a way (way)
I had to grow up, andale (andale)
With these words, I got a picture to paint

Momma died when I was only eight
Uncle Mona's why I'm rapping today
Forgot about rapping and picked up the K
Every day, I was puttin' in work for the gang
They did me dirty, so I switched my lane
Still alive, so I can't complain (complain)
I just make money and stay out the way (uh-huh)
Don't say that you feel me if you don't feel my pain

It's a long lonely road through that rain
Contemplating 'bout blowing my brains
Tripping harder, think I'm going insane (uh-huh)
From the jungle, I can't be tamed
Yeah, I be banging on my chest
I'm south side stepping on they neck
From the South but I'm heading to the West (bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bah)
I'ma shoot up his car and make him wreck

In her eyes, I was perfect, she ain't know that I'm a villain
She ain't know that I was killing (uh-huh)
Told her I'm a good person, she ain't that I was stealing
Hitting licks for a living (uh-huh)
I'ma fuck up a comma, l'm all about my digits
I cut his legs off, turn him into a midget
Before I go broke, l'ma stick up the city
I ain't gotta reload, the choppa hold some titties

I'm from Be Careful Texas, bitch, I'm a Bay City legend
I push up with something real heavy, squash his head like a veggie
Root beer with some good ol' drank, looking like it's PB&J (B&J)
Slide down his block, big body rock
Bulletproof, riding 'round in that tank