That Mexican Ot & Dababy - Point Em Out Lyrics

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Point Em Out Lyrics That Mexican Ot & Dababy

[That Mexican OT:]

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)

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)

[DaBaby:]

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, show 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)

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