Skelz

I'm a lil' HBK kid in the strip club throwin' a whole lotta ones
I just bought me a brand-new whip with some brand-new rims and a brand-new gun
When I pop out, I smell like a skunk, gang bangin', I be stackin' like a bunk
Fuck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk, AR-15 got him walkin' like he drunk
I ain't scared of it, I'll put it on Chuck, you a bitch-ass punk

In the NFL with Skelz in the turf, lookin' like there's a 50 dollar bill
Crack the seal, catch a feel, headshot for the kill, wasn't rap 'bout pickles, but I got me a deal
Mixin' lean wit' the soda, pockets green like Yoda, I'm a fat Mexican on the sideline watchin' Elliot
Run the score up Southside, I'ma throw the four up, the activist, I'ma pour it, a hole in his face got him lookin' like a donut

So what? Sho' enough, gave his mama tissue paper, let that motherfucker soak up, her son got torn up
Torch and a rig, I be dabbin', 5000 with a Hellcat, prob' got me saggin'
Bitch, "FTP" be the fashion, pop a bar, I'm relapsin', I jump in the Caddy, then crash it
I wake up and don't know what happened, bad bitch, butt naked, walkin' with a fatty, kill the pussy like Tatty

Stunt like my motherfuckin' daddy, they be like, "OT, boy, you not too shabby"
Told the police, "It wasn't me, my name is Shaggy"
They ain't goin' for it, they already know I'm trigger-happy
(Hello, no one is available to take your call) OT, you better pick this phone up
(Please leave a message after the tone) you ain't took your medicine in a month
Boy, you goin' crazy out there, pick up the phone, OT

I'm a lil' HBK kid in the strip club throwin' a whole lotta ones (uh-huh)
I just bought me a brand-new whip with some brand-new rims and a brand-new gun (uh-huh)
When I pop out, I smell like a skunk (uh-huh), gang bangin', I be stackin' like a bunk
Fuck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk (yeah-yeah-yeah)
AR-15 got him walkin' like he drunk (yeah-yeah), I ain't scared of it, I put it on Chuck, you a bitch-ass punk

I'm a lil' HBK kid in the strip club throwin' a whole lotta ones (uh-huh)
I just bought me a brand-new whip with some brand-new rims and a brand-new gun (uh-huh)
When I pop out, I smell like a skunk (uh-huh), gang bangin', I be stackin' like a bunk
Fuck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk (yeah-yeah-yeah)
AR-15 got him walkin' like he drunk (yeah-yeah), I ain't scared of it, I put it on Chuck, you a bitch-ass punk

She be cryin' 'bout her boyfriend (boyfriend)
I told her, "Let's link, we can fuck the pain away" (uh)
Ridin' 'round with a knock in my sock, beatin' up the block
Stackin' money up, yup, yup, day-to-day

Phew, phew, phew, hit him up with the fade away
Ballin'-ass Mexican, everyday eatin' shrimp and steak
Throw me in the jungle, best believe that I'ma find a way
Came back with a lion head and a zebra cake (grrah)

I got the rap game in a Lamborghini leg lock
Fuckin' like Fred Flintstone, bitch, I make the bed rock
I got vatos at the border and them boys with the dreadlocks
I got 'em lookin' like they Indian, run 'em down with the red dot

Stick talk, get 'em picked off, bullets make 'em Crip walk, chop his body up and put him in a Ziploc
My choppa got big ol' titties, and yeah, she a thick thot, it got a hunnid round drum with a big Glock
I need a Burberry blender to make a protein shake
I'm a fat-ass Mexican and I push a lotta weight
I got a bitch that suck dick and cook a real good steak, they tryna fuck with OT, but they just too late

All this money got me saggin', count it up like Madden
Yeah, I gotta have it, automatic when it come to static
Yeah, I get it crackin', in the Caddy fuckin' on a baddy
Yeah, she got a fatty, on the white girl, I'm not talkin' Maddie

Put 'em in the trash can and throw his life away
The way I roll my tongue, it make my bitch cum like a tidal wave
Codeine in the fridge with good dope inside the microwave
Last time I didn't, but you know I got time today

Be careful, Texas, I'ma Bay City all star
Kickin' down the door, you won't ever hear me knock-knock
Slidin' down the block, I'm knockin' tops off my opps
Choppa singin', "Bidi-bidi-bom-bom" (fah-fah)

She be cryin' 'bout her boyfriend (boyfriend)
I told her, "Let's link, we can fuck the pain away" (uh)
Ridin' 'round with a knock in my sock, beatin' up the block
Stackin' money up, yup, yup, day-to-day

Phew, phew, phew, hit him up with the fade away
Ballin'-ass Mexican, everyday eatin' shrimp and steak
Throw me in the jungle, best believe that I'ma find a way
Came back with a lion head and a zebra cake (grrah)

Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Shapiro, Nicholas Luscombe, Freek Van Workum, Virgil Gazca, Isaac Rivera, Olivier Bassil, Jonah Abrams
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