Point Em Out Song Lyrics – That Mexican OT (feat. DaBaby)

Point Em Out Lyrics – That Mexican OT (feat. DaBaby) Song Credits :-

Point Em Out Lyrics – That Mexican OT (feat. DaBaby) Lyrics :-

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 B!tch A*s 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 B!tch A*s In The Trunk,
Show Him What The Fu*k We Talkin’ ’bout (Ugh)

I’m Strikin’ Men Like Strikin’ Lightnin’, You See What Happenin’
My Last Fight, Friend, Well, Alright, Then
Better Tighten Up, We Tight Ends
Fu*ked My Grill Up ’cause I Popped An X All Night, It Had Me Bitin’
Caught His A*s Stealin’, So I Had To Take His Right Hand
Cup Be Lookin’ Like A Pump Jack, B!tch, I Am A Oiler
Damn, How Many Times I Gotta Spin To Get This Boy To Learn?
Then I Ain’t No Fu*kin’ 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 A*s Just Like Some Morta
Leave Him Flat Just Like A Torti, 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 Man A Porta

Ayy, Where He Is? (Where He Is?),
Point Him Out (Point Him Out)
Throw His B!tch A*s 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 B!tch A*s In The Trunk,
Show Him What The Fu*k We Talkin’ ’bout (Ugh)

B!tch, 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 Motherfu*kin’ Bags,
My Mama Thought I Had The Bricks, Nigga, Bricks, Nigga
Drop A Ghetto B!tch Off At Her Job And Borrow Her Whip, Nigga
I’m In This With A Baby Ar Playin’ Sweet, Actin’ Like I’m A B!tch, Nigga
I Told Lil’ Mama To Bend It Over Like A Dog,
I’m Tryna Come Hit With Her
You Know These B!tches’ll Drive A Honda
Through The Wall To Fu*k 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 B!tch,
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 B!tch A*s 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 B!tch A*s In The Trunk,
Show Him What The Fu*k We Talkin’ ’bout

Ayy, Where He Is? (Where He Is?),
Point Him Out (Point Him Out)
Throw His B!tch A*s 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 B!tch A*s In The Trunk,
Show Him What The Fu*k We Talkin’ ’bout (Ugh)