Letra de 'Mexico (feat. Yung Craka)' de Shotgun Willy

Touch down in Mexico
Like: Donde están los sexy hoes?
I blow more gas than a Texaco

I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' great
Stackin' all the cheese and all the bread upon my plate
Steady lookin' fresh while I be headin' to the bank
And all my homies dead, I think it's time to celebrate
La-la-la, everybody wanna be like me
'Cause I eat real good like I'm B.I.G
Ayy, choppa gon' chop like it's Miyagi
Said if she wanna fuck I need to see ID, woo

And when I walk in, people know what's up
They get to talkin', all up on my nuts
Like: Hey, what's poppin'? Why you actin' sus?
Boy, run those pockets, try and call my bluff

Touch down in Mexico
Like: Donde están los sexy hoes?
I blow more gas than a Texaco
In love with the ice, word to Eskimos
Now let me go, you know I get the best of those
I wrestle hoes, they suck up on my testicles
My life is a movie, not an episode
My bitch kinda groovy, turn the decibels up

And bury me with bitches by my side
'Cause I swear that when I die, I'm taking everything that's mine
All the girls and the guys
With their eyes on the prize who could never get a dime

I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' great
Stackin' all the cheese and all the bread upon my plate
Steady lookin' fresh while I be headin' to the bank
And all my homies dead, I think it's time to celebrate
La-la-la, everybody wanna be like me
'Cause I eat real good like I'm B.I.G
Ayy, choppa gon' chop like it's Miyagi
Said if she wanna fuck I need to see ID, woo

And when I walk in, people know what's up
They get to talkin', all up on my nuts
Like: Hey, what's poppin'? Why you actin' sus?
Boy, run those pockets, try and call my bluff

Trend setter, big bag-getter
Drip down, gonna need an umbrella
Get set up, shawty be the meta
Huh, little boy should've known better
Backhand that bitch with my ice on
I took pics of it on my Nikon
Talked my shit like this with the mic on
Now they treat me like I'm an icon
Maybe 'cause I am?
Maybe people need me, that's a shout to Uncle Sam
Who I swear they copy and talk about on the 'Gram
Steady with the jockin' and stalkin' then you a fan? Nah-nah-nah

Touch down in Mexico
Like: Donde están los sexy hoes?
I blow more gas than a Texaco
In love with the ice, word to Eskimos
Now let me go, you know I get the best of those
I wrestle hoes, they suck up on my testicles
My life is a movie, not an episode
My bitch kinda groovy, turn the decibels up