That Mexican OT, Paul Wall & DRODi – Johnny Dang Lyrics

Johnny Dang Lyrics by That Mexican OT, Paul Wall & DRODi

[Intro: Steve Carell & That Mexican OT]
(Tobi, just do it)
(Ayy, yo, is that That Mexican OT?)
That good dope, got me, looking just like Johnny Dang

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Louis Vuitton umbrella when I walk through the rain
In the kitchen, whipping chicken, countin’ bread like Cane’s
Good dope got a Mexican looking like Johnny Dang
Knee deep in muddy water, still carrying my K
Right pocket got money, left pocket cocaine
Bulletproof white Cadillac, riding in a tank
I’ma dirty bay baby from dirty bay with a dirty K
Slide down your block, light it up with flames

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
Chopping down the block while the ‘Lac doing jumping jacks
Smoking on the ‘Wood, yellin’, “Timber” like it’s lumberjack
Suppressor on a MAC-10 soundin’ like its bubblewrap
Throw the TV in the shower, I’ma give his ass a bubble bath
Yoppas and choppas, lil’ bitch, I got a whole lot of that
With the steel, I’ma kill y’all, got ’em falling back
Got me feeling like a baby, just finished, so where my bottle at?
I’m just rhyming words, I don’t even know how to rap
Every time that they see me, best believe that I’m flossed up
Got crossed up, dick in the dirt, then I bossed up
I be catching these plays, fuck around and get Mossed up
I be eating the booty like salad, get it tossed up
Pop trunk on a hater while we waving goodbye
I’m from Lonestar, sipping lean with pecan pie
I don’t play ’bout respect, for that, we gon’ die
Time is money, so best believe I’ma be on time

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Louis Vuitton umbrella when I walk through the rain
In the kitchen, whipping chicken, countin’ bread like Cane’s
Good dope got a Mexican looking like Johnny Dang
Knee deep in muddy water, still carrying my K
Right pocket got money, left pocket cocaine
Bulletproof white Cadillac, riding in a tank
I’ma dirty bay baby from dirty bay with a dirty K
Slide down your block, light it up with flames

[Verse 2: DRODi]
In the ‘Lac, smoked out, long fours poked out
Keep Ps in the drought, getting money down south
Feeling like Johnny Dang, got diamonds in my chain
Hit your bitch in the guts with this big ol’ thang
I got ice on my neck like it’s swollen
And they cold than a bitch, yeah, these diamonds look frozen
Real players get chose, so you know that I be chosen
Got exotic in my pocket, grab a Slapwood and I roll it
I stay out the way, don’t be all in the mix
Call me for sevens, don’t call me for six
I ain’t selling no grams, bitch, come buy a zip
See the streets getting dry, finna go and take a trip, let’s dip, ayy
Hold up, wait a minute
If I get it then I spend it
When I’m in it, can’t pretend it, keep it tinted with my business
I’m relentless, leave no witness
I got two rent houses, and them bitches get rented
Bitch, I been a boss for a minute
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Louis Vuitton umbrella when I walk through the rain
In the kitchen, whipping chicken, countin’ bread like Cane’s
Good dope got a Mexican looking like Johnny Dang
Knee deep in muddy water, still carrying my K
Right pocket got money, left pocket cocaine
Bulletproof white Cadillac, riding in a tank
I’ma dirty bay baby from dirty bay with a dirty K
Slide down your block, light it up with flames

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
I got ice all over my body, looking like a snowman
Big rocks in the grill, dancing like a slow jam
My chain so heavy, I’m walking like an old man
Try me, you gon’ get tagged like a spray paint can
Smoking something from Spokane, I’m getting throwed
It’s getting cold, put on a coat, my ice froze
Riding 4s, I’m poking out on nice toes
Drive slow, my trunk up and the lights glow
When I’m sitting so low to the ground, I might scrape it
Nothing fake, candy the paint, I might flake it
Riding down 288 and the top vacant
Thinking you gon’ run up on me, then you mistaken
Getting baked, braking ’em off, and leaving stains
I came through dripping a puddle, you thought it rained
Everything flawless from the grills to the chain
I done spent lot of change, now I’m looking like Johnny Dang
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Louis Vuitton umbrella when I walk through the rain
In the kitchen, whipping chicken, countin’ bread like Cane’s
Good dope got a Mexican looking like Johnny Dang
Knee deep in muddy water, still carrying my K
Right pocket got money, left pocket cocaine
Bulletproof white Cadillac, riding in a tank
I’ma dirty bay baby from dirty bay with a dirty K
Slide down your block, light it up with flames