Accessories Lyrics – That Mexican OT, Peso Peso

[Intro: Peso Peso]
Huh, ice, ice
Huh, ayy
Huh (Huh)

[Verse 1: Peso peso]
Tattoos all on my skin, yeah
Pull up in the drop top Benz (Skrrt)
In Miami like a dolphin and I’m walking with a FN
Two brand new ‘fits done spent like ten (Ayy)
New ARP, when I shoot, don’t jam (Brrt, brrt)
N!gga, look up at the wrist, got an all gold presi’ (Ice)

I might pull up in a pot, throw ‘bows on the Chevy (Yeah, yeah)
You ain’t talking ’bout money, lil’ n!gga, please get on, yeah
Catching a bag of money, dance up in the end zone (Ayy)
I like thick hoes, huh, with their wrist froze, huh, with their ass so fat, you can sit on (Ice)
Get chop’ with a brick in the kitchen got a machete (Slice)
I’ll slice a n!gga head like an egg with confetti (Uh, ayy)
Got all white Air Force 1s like Nelly (Ayy)
Got a Wackhardt pint sitting nice in my belly (Wock’, huh)
Me and OT pulled up in the two twin ‘Lacs, yeah
Got the Glock on my lap with the switches attached (Brrt)
Two hundred in the SRT might crash
Play with Zay, I’ll shoot you in the face for a scratch (Racks)
Got your b!tch eating d!ck, might nut up on her lash (Huh)
In a brand new tank going hard for the cash (Ayy)
Two fifty in the bag, now I ball like Nash (Ayy)
I’m a dirty-ass Mexican, leave ’em all with a rash, ayy (Ice, ice, ayy)

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Fresh to death, stepping out looking 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
Rolling on choppers like Big Moe
Bay City, Texas, lil’ b!tch, it’s kick door
Hogg talking ’bout a dice game, what it hit for?

Me and Peso hitting licks in the trench coat (Hrrt)

[Verse 2: That Mexican OT]
Got a Wockhardt water jug to quench my thirst
While I’m hitting it from the back, I be digging in her purse
I’m consider a killer ’cause I sped up a killer verse
Rolling 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 stepping
I ain’t got no nunchucks, MAC-11 my weapon
You ain’t never broke a leg, you ain’t stepping how I’m stepping
I push up, look at me like lil’ Luchador
Clumsy-ass boy dropping d!ck in a stupid wh*re
Shot out to Virgil ’cause this is who I do it for
Pour an eighth in the Fanta, now it looks like it’s Baltimore
Rings looking like I had won eight Super Bowls
Whipping up a menudo inside a super bowl
Smelling like Chrome cologne mix with some booty hole
“OT, you stupid,” ho, huh, I already know
Huh, you ain’t gotta tell me
Urban cowboy getting booty in the Chevy
She like my country grammar like I was Nelly
Cook her a noodle pack and make her spaghetti
Move, b!tch, get out of here
OT falling 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 (Grrt)

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Fresh to death, stepping out looking 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
Rolling on choppers like Big Moe
Bay City, Texas, lil’ b!tch, it’s kick door
Hogg talking ’bout a dice game, what it hit for?
Me and Peso hitting licks in the trench coat (Hrrt)
Fresh to death, stepping out looking 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
Rolling on choppers like Big Moe
Bay City, Texas, lil’ b!tch, it’s kick door
Hogg talking ’bout a dice game, what it hit for?
Me and Peso hitting licks in the trench coat (Hrrt)

[Outro]
(Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)