That Mexican OT - Johnny Dang (feat. Paul Wall & Drodi) (Official Music Video)

Watch That Mexican OT's music video for "Johnny Dang" ft Paul Wall & Drodi from the new project "Lonestar Luchador". Stream Lonestar Luchador - https://thatmexicanot.lnk.to/Lonestar... Shot by DGreen Filmz, Edited By 604 Studios Follow That Mexican OT: Official website: https://thatmexicanot.net Instagram -   / thatmexicanot   TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@thatmexicanot... Soundcloud -   / thatmexicanot   Facebook -   / thatmexicanotmusic   Twitter -   / thatmexicanot_   Text OT -    • That Mexican OT - 15 Missed Calls (feat. S...   #thatmexicanot #johnnydang #paulwall #lonestarluchador #drodi Lyrics: [Intro] Yeah, Tobi, just do it Ayy, yo, is that Mexican OT? [Chorus] That good dope got me looking just like Johnny Dang 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'm a dirty Bay baby from dirty Bay with a dirty K Slide down your block, light it up with flames [Verse 1] Chopping down the block while the 'Lac doing jumping jacks Smoking on the 'Wood, yelling, "Timber!" like it's lumberjack Suppressor on a MAC-10 sounding like it's bubble wrap 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 that's fiending, 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] 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'm a dirty Bay baby from dirty Bay with a dirty K Slide down your block, light it up with flames [Verse 2] In the 'Lac, smoked out, long 4s 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 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] 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'm a dirty Bay baby from dirty Bay with a dirty K Slide down your block, light it up with flames [Verse 3] I got ice all over my body, looking like a snowman (Snowman) Big rocks in the grill, dancing like a slow jam (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 (Throwed) It's getting cold, put on a coat, my ice froze (Froze) Riding 4s, I'm poking out on nice toes (Toes) Drive slow, my trunk up and the lights glow (Glow) When I'm sitting so low to the ground, I might scrape it (Scrape it) Nothing fake, candy the paint, I might flake it (Flake it) Riding down 288 and the top vacant (Vacant) Thinking you gon' run up on me, then you mistaken (Mistaken) Getting baked, breaking 'em off, and leaving stains (Stains) I came through dripping a puddle, you thought it rained (Rained) Everything flawless from the grills to the chain I done spent a lot of change, now I'm looking like Johnny Dang