Skelz That Mexican OT
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[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
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
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