Guidance Lyrics by That Mexican OT, Sauce Walka & Hogg Booma
Buddah Bless this beat
B-B-Bankroll Got It
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
I’m in the gutter with cuttas, it’s me and my brothers, we making it double
Won’t find another, I’m breaking down bread with some butter, come get you a hubba
Might like a pie, get whipped like a Pyrex, this lil’ hooptie got us some mileage
Like the g in lasagna, I’m moving in silence, I’m giving these lil’ rappers guidance
There’s a whole lot of money on the freeway
I’ma get to the money, ooh, yeah
I be stuntin’ every day like get my seat back
Tell them pussies, “Hey, I ain’t stupid”
Tie the goose up with some duck, duck, duck type big ol’ bullets
Is what this musk take
.556 leave his ass for the butt ***
Ask anybody, they gonna tell you *** don’t play
Back at it like a *** addict, huh
Shawty won’t stay
Push up in a droptop and we let ’em have it
Ballin’ hard like a Maverick
On a rainy day, ridin’ on two 88s
I done made a way, every day we getting paid
Hit a fade away, I’m ’bout to ball and parlay
In a Escalade, I’ma star-gaze, right on
I’m in the gutter with cuttas, it’s me and my brothers, we making it double
Won’t find another, I’m breaking down bread with some butter, come get you a hubba
Might like a pie, get whipped like a Pyrex, this lil’ hooptie got us some mileage
Like the g in lasagna, I’m moving in silence, I’m giving these lil’ rappers guidance
Kicking they ass with Vegeta boots
Somebody call the drank man ’cause I need a deuce
Pourin’ up drank till my teeth get loose
Tupac Shakur, pass me the juice
You bought that car off of Craiglist and need a boost
Your lil’ boo is a duck, have you seen a goose?
I like my women country and criminal
New Maybach is a robot, sentinel
Outta there, shawty, what you finna do?
I’m a real Texas boy, catch me on the lake in a inner tube
Barbecue pit for the sequel, ice for the deep blue
Johnny Dang diamonds look see through
Drippin’ that water, I’m hotter than a desert, ***
Parted it, too used to watchin’ safari
Might send a girl to the bar
She leave with a star
Then come back and pay me tomorrow
I’m in the gutter with cuttas, it’s me and my brothers, we making it double
Won’t find another, I’m breaking down bread with some butter, come get you a hubba
Might like a pie, get whipped like a Pyrex, this lil’ hooptie got us some mileage
Like the g in lasagna, I’m moving in silence, I’m giving these lil’ rappers guidance
It’s a whole lot of money on the backend, I go koo-koo when that pack in
Put a white *** up in a black Benz, let her go serve licks with a MAC-10
Now that’s gangster, and this brand new cutta, it’ll hit a *** ass from an angle
OT keep throwin’ me alley-oops so I’ma keep on dunkin’ these bangers
I’m self-paid, I don’t work for nobody, I can show you how to go be a boss
I’m from the A side of the bricks, ***, I ain’t never cried by the loss
*** that toss
Call that play, I’m going up the middle
I’ma catch that *** like Kittle
She ate this *** like candy, I saved her name under “Skittles”
I’m in the gutter with cuttas, it’s me and my brothers, we making it double
Won’t find another, I’m breaking down bread with some butter, come get you a hubba
Might like a pie, get whipped like a Pyrex, this lil’ hooptie got us some mileage
Like the g in lasagna, I’m moving in silence, I’m giving these lil’ rappers guidance