Testo Point Em Out - That Mexican OT feat. DaBaby
Testo della canzone Point Em Out (That Mexican OT feat. DaBaby), tratta dall'album Point Em Out
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out)
Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out)
Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (ugh)
I'm strikin' men like strikin' lightnin', you see what happenin'
My last fight, friend, well, alright, then
Better tighten up, we tight ends
Fucked my grill up 'cause I popped an X all night, it had me bitin'
Caught his ass stealin', so I had to take his right hand
Cup be lookin' like a pump jack, bitch, I am a oiler
Damn, how many times I gotta spin to get this boy to learn?
Then I ain't no fuckin' joke, we drop lil' T, then drop lil' more
Better watch your mouth 'cause I got soap, I got diamonds, tacos, and coke
Inside of my Wock', I drop a hater like my throka
Got elbows swingin', watch him cook, I smoke his ass just like some morta
Leave him flat just like a torta, I swim with killers like a orca
It don't matter where it is, it don't matter where I'm at because to me, no me importa
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out)
Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out)
Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (ugh)
Bitch, I don't even like no lame, keep my name up out your mix, ho
I don't like diamonds no more, only plain-jane to watch my wrist
Uh, before rap, I was poppin' my shit, nigga
I was still turnt with them motherfuckin' bags
My mama thought I had the bricks, nigga, bricks, nigga
Drop a ghetto bitch off at her job and borrow her whip, nigga
I'm in this with a baby AR playin' sweet, actin' like I'm a bitch, nigga
I told lil' mama to bend it over like a dog, I'm tryna come hit with her
You know these bitches'll drive a Honda through the wall to fuck with a rich nigga
I'm from the South, I greet a woman with a smile when I take a pic' with her, she can relax
OT wan' see him in the trunk, shit, I wouldn't even leave him in that
Any one of these niggas play when I walk in this bitch
I'd probably leave with a hat, nigga, and a reason to laugh, haha
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out)
Throw his bitch ass in the trunk take him to the South (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out)
Throw his bitch ass in the trunk how him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?) Point him out (point him out)
Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), Point him out (point him out)
Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (ugh)
Credits
Writer(s): Joel Banks, Antoine Banks, Taylor Banks, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Virgil R. Gazca, Nicolas Kwak, Vincent Anthony Jr. Guzzetta
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