Skelz lyrics

[Chorus]
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
Gangbangin', I be stackin' like a bunk
f*ck around and throw your 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 b*tch-ass punk

[Verse 1]
In the NFL with Skelz and the turf lookin' like it's a fifty-dollar bill
Crack the seal, catch a feel, headshot for the kill
Wasn't rappin' 'bout pickles, but I got me a deal
Mixin' lean with a soda, pockets green like Yoda
I'm a fat Mexican on the sideline watchin' Elliott run the score up
Southside, I'ma throw a four up, the Activis, I'ma pour it
Blow a hole in his face, got him lookin' like a donut
So what? Sure 'nough
Gave his mama tissue paper, let the motherf*cker soak up, her son got torn up
Torch and a rig, I be dabbin'
Five thousand with a Hellcat pearl got me saggin'
b*tch, FTP be the fashion
Pop a bar, I'm relapsin'
I'll jump in the Caddy, then crash it
I wake up and don't know what happened
Bad b*tch, butt-naked
Walkin' with a fatty, kill the pus*y like Tatty
Stunt like my motherf*ckin' 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
[Interlude]
(Hello, no one's available to get your call)
OT, you better pick this phone up
You ain't took your medicine in a month
Boy, you goin' crazy out there
Pick up the phone, OT

[Chorus]
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
Gangbangin', I be stackin' like a bunk
f*ck around and throw your daddy in the trunk (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
AR-15 got him walkin' like he drunk (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't scared of it, I'll put it on Chuck, you a b*tch-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
Gangbangin', I be stackin' like a bunk
f*ck around and throw your daddy in the trunk (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
AR-15 got him walkin' like he drunk (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't scared of it, I'll put it on Chuck, you a b*tch-ass punk

[Refrain]
She be crying 'bout her boyfriend
I told her, "Let's link, we can f*ck the pain away" (Uh)
Ridin' 'round with a knock in my sock, beatin' up the block
Stackin' money up, yup, yup, day to day
Pshew, pshew, pshew, hit him up with the fadeaway
Ballin'-ass Mexican, every day, 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 (Grr)
[Verse 2]
I got the rap game in a Lamborghini leg lock
f*ckin' like Fred Flintstone, b*tch, I make the bed rock
I got vatos at the border and them boys with the dreadlocks
Got him lookin' like an Indian, run him down with the red dot
Stick talk, get him picked off, bullets make him Crip walk
Chop his body up and put him in a Ziploc
My chopper got big ol' titties, and yeah, she a thick thot
It got a hundred-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 lot of weight
I got a b*tch that suck di*k and cook a real good steak
They tryna f*ck 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, f*ckin' on a baddy, yeah, she got a fatty
On the white girl, I'm not talking Maddie
Put him in the trash can and throw his life away
The way I roll my tongue, it make my b*tch c*m 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'm a Bay City all-star
Kickin' down the door, you won't never hear me knock-knock
Slidin' down the block, I'm knockin' tops off of my opps
Chopper singin' "Bidi-bidi-bom-bom" (Fah-fah)
[Refrain]
She be crying 'bout her boyfriend
I told her, "Let's link, we can f*ck the pain away" (Uh)
Ridin' 'round with a knock in my sock, beatin' up the block
Stackin' money up, yup, yup, day to day
Pshew, pshew, pshew, hit him up with the fadeaway
Ballin'-ass Mexican, every day, 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 (Grr)

[Outro]
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?