Mucho Gracias
Ayo, is that Mexican OT?
Been waiting for something like me
I do this sh*t for Virgil, you do it for IG
I'm high as f**k off the Jordan pack, sipping on some Texas tea
How high? I'm higher than a six foot seven b**ch's coochie
Yes, I'm the dookie, when I pop out they be like, "Who he?"
Don't act like you don't know me, my name is two letters, OT
Or you can just call my Virgil, I'm on the track jumping hurdles
I beat the beat with the verbal, I'm f**kin' like I ain't fertile
I'm in the bat mobile, cooking that crack and dope still
R.I.P. to my crack addict, he died off the four pill
Shout out to my haters, I'm giving them hope still
f**k! BDon, I just had an oil spill
Call up my boy, Slump, 'cause I know that oil real
Cup looking like a pump jack, I feel like an oil drill
I got a slap wood filled up to the max capacity
'Cause half of me tryna be the bad me, I can't let it break me
Yeah, I might be on these drugs but I won't let them take me
Plus, I'm about to have a baby, so I been stressing out lately
So if I'm sipping this drink, it's okay, I still live to fight another day
One time for the one time, b**ch, shout out to The Bay
As I'm writing these lyrics, I got tears falling from my face
I'm proud of you, Virgil, look at the house at where you stay
Hmm, this is what I work for
Family, friends, God and me, plus more
The list goes on and on
Sometimes I wanna show my mama but then remember she's gone
And Mama Momo, don't think I forgotten about you
There's a lot of stuff I couldn't have done without you
You had my six from hell and back, that's why I love ya
Left my hometown broke but I'm coming back with a W
And split it witcha, make my memory take a picture
Things like this I want forever, I'm just keeping it gangsta witcha
G Luck and BDon, shout out to my dog, swish
Sorry, baby, I didn't mean to go all out and ball
The crowd going crazy, I watch 'em applaud
Muchos gracias, thank you all
