More songs by That Mexican OT
Description
Featured Vocals: That Mexican OT
Producer: Yak Beats
Producer: PR
Recorded By: Dante “PR” Vicens
Mixer: Dante “PR” Vicens
Masterer: Daniel Rowland
A& R Manager: Ashanti Sumptor
Marketing: Carla Pagano
A And R Administrator: Irene Sourlis
Vocals: RNB.FOEMOB
Writer: Jaevy’n Michael Naranjo
Writer: Josue Ortiz
Writer: Dante Ismael Vicens
Writer: Virgil Gazca
Lyrics and translation
Original
I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up.
Ayy, I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up. Pour some more, I ain't poured up enough.
Mix the Faygo with Fanta and fill it with mud.
I ain't fallin' asleep on my baby, I'm stayin' wide open until it's all gone.
I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up. Pour some more, I ain't poured up enough. Mix the
Faygo with Fanta and fill it with mud.
I ain't fallin' asleep on my baby, I'm stayin' wide open until it's all gone.
I miss when you stayed in the hood, but nowadays it's like you hard for to come by. If I could, I'd buy you all up.
I'm not usually selfish, but I want you all mine.
When nobody was there for a nigga, you stayed by my side and you helped me through hard times.
I'm in love with your thickness and fragrance and purple pretty skin, I promise you so fine.
Swerve the block in the Benz feelin' thrown, my body stay draped in some diamonds and gold.
Grip the Glock while the police patrol, they tryna get me, send your boy up the road.
Pray to God 'fore I get up and go, these demons reachin', tryna get at my soul. Why these bitches tryna stop me?
Niggas tryna block me, I can't let the haters cover my glow. Better know that I'm all 'bout my moolah.
Drop an eight in a liter, that's too raw. Got too high and I fuck around, flew off.
Passed out, fell asleep with my shoes on. People change over money, that's too flawed.
Switchin' 'bout paper, these niggas faker than a boojay.
I used to call 'em brother 'til a nigga came and drew down.
I'm flippin' through the city, better know I got my tool out. I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up.
Pour some more, I ain't poured up enough.
Mix the Faygo with Fanta and fill it with mud. I ain't fallin' asleep on my baby, I'm stayin' wide open until it's all gone.
I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up.
Pour some more, I ain't poured up enough. Mix the Faygo with Fanta and fill it with mud.
I ain't fallin' asleep on my baby, I'm stayin' wide open until it's all gone.
Get two cowboy cups, fill it up with some ice.
You can sip on Tris, but I think Quay get nice. Pour a line in the Sprite, now it's lookin' pink and white.
Pour up in the gas tank, now I'm swangin' left and right.
Smokin' like some good, now I drop 'em in the ashtray. Fuck the subway, bitch, I'm headed to the Cashway.
In the dirty bag, where we all 'bout the gunplay.
The way it made his ass drop, I'm thinkin' that the gun gay.
Hit 'em with the three double O nine, spin it like a helicopter. Put the iron to his head, let him suffer, I'ma belly shot him.
Whippin' up chicken in the kitchen, I'm with the Betty Crocker.
Lookin' like I'm celly, I'm feelin' like I'm a scary monster.
Call my Mexican folk mob and we 'bout to sip drank on my goddamn birthday.
And that day was a Monday, but a Mexican didn't wake up until Thursday.
I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up. Pour some more, I ain't poured up enough.
Mix the Faygo with Fanta and fill it with mud.
I ain't fallin' asleep on my baby, I'm stayin' wide open until it's all gone.
I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up.
Pour some more, I ain't poured up enough. Mix the Faygo with Fanta and fill it with mud.
I ain't fallin' asleep on my baby, I'm stayin' wide open until it's all gone.
English translation
I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up.
Ayy, I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up. Pour some more, I ain't poured up enough.
Mix the Faygo with Fanta and fill it with mud.
I ain't fallin' asleep on my baby, I'm stayin' wide open until it's all gone.
I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up. Pour some more, I ain't poured up enough. Mix the
Faygo with Fanta and fill it with mud.
I ain't fallin' asleep on my baby, I'm stayin' wide open until it's all gone.
I miss when you stayed in the hood, but nowadays it's like you hard for to come by. If I could, I'd buy you all up.
I'm not usually selfish, but I want you all mine.
When nobody was there for a nigga, you stayed by my side and you helped me through hard times.
I'm in love with your thickness and fragrance and purple pretty skin, I promise you so fine.
Swerve the block in the Benz feelin' thrown, my body stay draped in some diamonds and gold.
Grip the Glock while the police patrol, they tryna get me, send your boy up the road.
Pray to God 'fore I get up and go, these demons reachin', tryna get at my soul. Why these bitches tryna stop me?
Niggas tryna block me, I can't let the haters cover my glow. Better know that I'm all 'bout my moolah.
Drop an eight in a liter, that's too raw. Got too high and I fuck around, flew off.
Passed out, fell asleep with my shoes on. People change over money, that's too flawed.
Switchin' 'bout paper, these niggas faker than a boojay.
I used to call 'em brother 'til a nigga came and drew down.
I'm flippin' through the city, better know I got my tool out. I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up.
Pour some more, I ain't poured up enough.
Mix the Faygo with Fanta and fill it with mud. I ain't fallin' asleep on my baby, I'm stayin' wide open until it's all gone.
I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up.
Pour some more, I ain't poured up enough. Mix the Faygo with Fanta and fill it with mud.
I ain't fallin' asleep on my baby, I'm stayin' wide open until it's all gone.
Get two cowboy cups, fill it up with some ice.
You can sip on Tris, but I think Quay get nice. Pour a line in the Sprite, now it's lookin' pink and white.
Pour up in the gas tank, now I'm swangin' left and right.
Smokin' like some good, now I drop 'em in the ashtray. Fuck the subway, bitch, I'm headed to the Cashway.
In the dirty bag, where we all 'bout the gunplay.
The way it made his ass drop, I'm thinkin' that the gun gay.
Hit 'em with the three double O nine, spin it like a helicopter. Put the iron to his head, let him suffer, I'ma belly shot him.
Whippin' up chicken in the kitchen, I'm with the Betty Crocker.
Lookin' like I'm celly, I'm feelin' like I'm a scary monster.
Call my Mexican folk mob and we 'bout to sip drank on my goddamn birthday.
And that day was a Monday, but a Mexican didn't wake up until Thursday.
I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up. Pour some more, I ain't poured up enough.
Mix the Faygo with Fanta and fill it with mud.
I ain't fallin' asleep on my baby, I'm stayin' wide open until it's all gone.
I can't let go of my cup or my head hang low, the drink pickin' back up.
When I sip on the Quay, I get stuck makin' love to the Tris when I'm mixin' it up.
Pour some more, I ain't poured up enough. Mix the Faygo with Fanta and fill it with mud.
I ain't fallin' asleep on my baby, I'm stayin' wide open until it's all gone.