Lyrics Matagorda (with Hogg Booma) - That Mexican OT feat. Hogg Booma

(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

You could tell by the way that I talk that I'm Texas made
Slidin' in an all pearl bright white Escalade
Hoggin' e'ry lane, swervin' 'round like move wit' that
Big body truck, push the bitch 'til the pedal break

No, I can't fuck with none of these phonies
That's why you always see me by my lonely
Tried to take my steak and give me bologna
He tried to do me like how Manny did Tony

I ain't goin' for none of that, run his ass over like a runnin' back
Hunnid round drum on the choppa, stretch him like a rubber band
Who you say sweet? You must be talkin' 'bout another man
My choppa got a talkin' problem, it be stutterin'

What, what, what, what he say?
I be talkin' that shit, put it straight in they face
Be careful Texas, I'm straight out the Bay
We gon' burn the body, we ain't catchin' no case

Right on (right on), B-A-Y C-I-T-Y
Fuck with the hog, get boomed and die
Underneath the water tower, late night, gettin' high
I'm the type to shoot first, then later ask why
Texas tea, I mix it up with the Sprite
Better me, the old one knockin' off eyes
Get his ass baptized, I put that on the guys

On me, I put that shit on the gang (gang)
Hogg Booma, OT, Bay City, we on the track like a train (train)
And we droppin' hits like rain (rain, rain)
Big body Range, same color champagne ('pagne)
All in they face like a bang (grrt)
Ayy, and my left pocket, right pocket's full like Cash Money, Lil Wayne

Ayy, and I'm slowed up, poured up, double cup, full of that Wock' (huh?)
We 50 deep at the water tower, it's goin' down like Jock
These Yeezy slides, no Crocs (ayy), we'll feed a nigga to the crocs
These Dracos and these black Glocks, these real guns, no props, OT

Right on (right on), B-A-Y C-I-T-Y
Fuck with the hog, get boomed and die
Underneath the water tower, late night, gettin' high
I'm the type to shoot first, then later ask why
Texas tea, I mix it up with the Sprite
Better me, the old one knockin' off eyes
Get his ass baptized, I put that on the guys (put that on the guys)

B-A-Y C-I-T-Y, fuck with the hog, get boomed and die
Underneath the water tower, late night, gettin' high
I'm the type to shoot first, then later ask why
Texas tea, I mix it up with the Sprite
Better me, the old one knockin' off eyes
Get his ass baptized, I put that on the guys (put that on the guys)