Accessories Lyrics by That Mexican OT & Peso Peso
Hey, Huh, Huh
Tattoos all on my skin Yeah
Pull up in the drop top Benz
In Miami like a dolphin and I’m walking with a fin
Two brand new fits done spent like ten
New ARP when I shoot, don’t jam
***, look up at the wrist got an all gold prison
I might pull up in a pilot throw bows on the Chevy
Ain my money, little ***, please get on
Catching a bag of money dance up in the end zone
I like thick hoes, huh
With their wrist froze
With their ass so fat, you can sit on
Get chop with a brick in the kitchen got a machete
I’ll slice a *** head like an egg with confetti
Got all white Air Force ones like Nelly
Got a Wackhardt pint sitting nice in my belly
Me and OT pulled up in the two twin lacs
Got the Glock on my lap with the switches attach
Two hundred in the SRT might crash
Play with Zay I’ll shoot you in the face for a scratch
Got your *** eating *** my nut up on her lash
In a brand new tank going hard for the cash
Two fifty in the bag now I ball like Nash
I’m a dirty Mexican leave em all with a rash aayyeee
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 gone so fast they thought they was thrown away
Rolling on Choppa like Big Moe
Bay City Texas Lil *** kick door
Hogg talking about a dice game what it hit for
Me and Peso hitting licks in the trench coat
I got a Wackhardt 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 now
You can tell Soulja Boy I said it
Gone ahead give his ass the message
You should know I’m Southside stepping
I ain’t got no nunchucks Mac-eleven my ***
You sain’t never broke a leg you ain’t stepping how I’m stepping
My push up look at me like a luchador
Clumsy that boy dropping *** in a stupid ***
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 superbowl
Smelling like some Chrome cologne mix wit some booty hole
OT you stupid yeah 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 *** get outta 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
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 gone so fast they thought they was thrown away
Rolling on Choppa like Big Moe
Bay City Texas Lil *** kick door
Hogg talking about a dice game what it hit for
Me and Peso hitting licks in the trench coat
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 gone so fast they thought they was thrown away
Rolling on Choppa like Big Moe
Bay City Texas Lil *** kick door
Hogg talking about a dice game what it hit for
Me and Peso hitting licks in the trench coat