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 Fuck 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 bitch-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 motherfucker soak up, her son got torn up Torch and a rig, I be dabbin' Five thousand with a Hellcat pearl got me saggin' Bitch, 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 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 [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 Fuck 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 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 Gangbangin', I be stackin' like a bunk Fuck 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 bitch-ass punk [Refrain] She be crying 'bout her 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 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 Fuckin' like Fred Flintstone, bitch, 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 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 talking Maddie Put him 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'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 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 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?