I'ma lil' HBK kid in the strip club throwing a whole 'lotta ones I just bought me a brand new whip with some new rims and a brand new gun When I pop out, I smell like a skunk Gang banging, I be stacking like a bunk Fuck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk AR-15 got him walking 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, looking like there's a fifty dollar bill Crack the seal, catch a feel Headshot for the kill Wasn't rap 'bout pickles, but I got me a deal Mixing lean with the soda, pockets green like Yoda I'm a fat Mexican on the sideline watching Elliot run the score up South Side, I'ma throw the four up The activist, I'ma pour it Blow a whole in his face, got him looking 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 dabbing Five thousand with a Hellcat, prob' got me saggin' Bitch, "FTP" be the fashion Pop a bar, I'm relapsing I jump in the Caddy, then crash it I wake up and don't know what happened Bad bitch, butt naked, walking 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 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 I'ma lil' HBK kid in the strip club throwing a whole 'lotta ones (Uh-huh) I just bought me a brand new whip with some new rims and a brand new gun (Uh-huh) When I pop out, I smell like a skunk (Uh-huh) Gang banging, I be stacking like a bunk Fuck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk (Yeah, yeah, yeah) AR-15 got him walking like he drunk (Yeah, yeah) I ain't scared of it, I put it on Chuck You a bitch-ass punk (Punk) I'ma lil' HBK kid in the strip club throwing a whole 'lotta ones (Uh-huh) I just bought me a brand new whip with some new rims and a brand new gun (Uh-huh) When I pop out, I smell like a skunk (Uh-huh) Gang banging, I be stacking like a bunk Fuck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk (Yeah, yeah, yeah) AR-15 got him walking like he drunk (Yeah, yeah) I ain't scared of it, I put it on Chuck You a bitch-ass punk She be crying 'bout her boyfriend (Her boyfriend) I told her: Let's link, we can fuck the pain away (Uh) Ridin' 'round with a knock in my sock, beating up the block Stacking money up, yup, yup, day-to-day Phew, phew, phew, hit him up with the fade away Balling-ass Mexican, everyday eating 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 Fucking like Fred Flintstone, bitch, I make the bed rock I got vatos at the border and them boys with the dreadlocks I got them looking 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 big thot It got a hundred round drum with a big Glock I need a Burberry blender to make a protein shake I'ma fat-ass Mexican and I push a lot of weight I got a bitch that sucks 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 fucking on a baddy Yeah, she got a fatty, on the white girl, I'm not talking 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 Kicking down the door, you won't ever hear me knock-knock Slidin' down the block, I'm knocking tops off my opps Choppa singing Bidi Bidi Bom Bom (Fah-fah) She be crying 'bout her boyfriend (Her boyfriend) I told her: Let's link, we can fuck the pain away (Uh) Ridin' 'round with a knock in my sock, beating up the block Stacking money up, yup, yup, day-to-day Phew, phew, phew, hit him up with the fade away Balling-ass Mexican, everyday eating 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?