Cowboy In A Escalade Lyrics (feat. Trapboy Freddy)

I say uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I say uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?

I’m That Mexican Outta Texas, teeth going bling bling
Lil’ ol’ Ms. Ling Ling, giving happy endings
I was fifteen years old, pushing weed on a ten speed
I’m a lil’ ass Mexican with a big dog in me
I’m frickey frickey fresh, put the gun down, punch him in his chest
I’ma do his ass just like the rest
All the bitches need me like the nubs for her tits
I got something on my mind that I need to address
I ain’t tryna take someone you know to my house
I ain’t even have food on the plate
I had a feeling you was trying to do me dirty
But I push the feeling away
No lights in the door, one of the emptiest, then we gotta try and go and make his own shape
Now if we’re getting busy, with business, I’m trying to get in this, then stay out the way

My choppa love me, she loves me not
She loves me not
I like to make money, in for the night
In for the night
I’m sipping Wockhardt riding on the yacht
Ridin’ on the yacht
I smoke weed and sip an awful lot
An awful lot

Cowboy in a Escalade, riding two eighty eight
Big body sitting on the forges
Today I still got to the damn money
Even though I woke up horny (Uh-huh)
Wake up, brush my teeth and get to the money
And stay in the house like Corey (Uh-huh)
Bitch I’m from better the Bay, I’ll put it in they face, oh no, they can’t ignore me (Uh-huh)
Throw a couple bellota at a bitch ass rapper because his rhymes is corny
Like I said on the pow wow call, where the shorties are, push up, looking real sporty
Diamonds straight from the earth, they was big to dig out, but theses hoes is prehistoric
My yappa is thotty, she trying to catch up on the bodies and have her an orgy

Used to post on that block with them rocks in my socks
You already know I had me a Glock with me
Used to ride with shirt off, dumping that work off
Know back then I was a hot n**
From the H to the D
I had that work in the C
We was packing it, rolling it cheap (Cheap)
All my spots gone roll every day of the week
By two, n*** leaving with three
See, back then, we was looking up the shit, oh, it poppin’
They had the whole hood poppin’
Step daddy hit me with a pack, got the whole hood rockin’
Then I learned how to drop it
It got me a dough, I fell in love with the dope
Use to sell fiends soap
Kick in yo door, I want the blow and the O’s
You can keep on all your clothes
Count me up money, you know how i’m coming
You better pay if you owe me
Slung that pistol at four feet, if I’m running, it had to be police
I had the lows, I had the mids, I had the highs and OG
He say he gangsta, well, I think I’m gangsta, lil’ buddy, you gon’ have to come show me

Cowboy in a Escalade riding two eighty eight
Big body sitting on the forges
Today I still got to the damn money
Even though I woke up horny
Wake up, brush my teeth, and I get to the money
And stay in the house like Corey
Bitch, I’m from better the Bay, I’ll put it in they face, oh no, they can’t ignore me (Uh-huh)
Throw a couple bellota at a bitch ass rapper because his rhymes is corny
Like I said on the pow wow call, where the shorties are, push up, looking real sporty
Diamonds straight from the earth, they was big to dig out, but theses hoes is prehistoric
My yappa is thotty, she trying to catch up on the bodies and have her an orgy