(Hella Sketchy)
Six bands, make it double
Hit 'em on the head, red dot in the jungle
Catch me walkin' slow, pockets racked
It make me stumble
I'm gon' get the guap and I'll
Do it with no struggle
Flexin' big racks, I will never be the same
Yes, I pop another Xan, drop a
Band all on my chain, yeah
She stay textin' me, she don't text you
You a lame
She just hopped inside the 'Rari
Shawty countin' up my cake
I ain't even on yet but these checks comin'
All these lames on my line
Stop pretendin', you not kin, yeah
When I was down, where were you, come again?
If I catch another opp
He get blasted in the shin
I just spent a check and I made it right back
Hundred racks on my neck with
The Glock on my lap
I'm runnin' from the pole, man
I'ma do the dash
Catch me speedin' in designer
All black Gucci on the hat
Six bands, make it double
Hit 'em on the head, red dot in the jungle
Catch me walkin' slow, pockets racked
It make me stumble
I'm gon' get the guap and I'll
Do it with no struggle
Flexin' big racks, I will never be the same
Yes, I pop another Xan, drop a
Band all on my chain, yeah
She stay textin' me, she don't text you
You a lame
She just hopped inside the 'Rrari
Shawty countin' up my cake
CDG my Converse, Cuban links around my neck
I been workin' all these hours
I been cashin' all these checks
And these bitches hit me up
But I don't mean no disrespect
I'm just too busy countin' money
I don't need you in my head
All these shawties hit my phone
I'm poppin' Xannies like a Tec
Hella Sketchy rollin' dope
We smokin' till there's nothing left
And don't you ask about a song unless
You plan to spend a check
Spent some money, stole some sacks
And then I jugg it right back
Fuck a handout, fuck some friends, bitch
I did this by myself
All you people left me down when
You saw I needed help now I'm poppin'
But you never even cared how I felt
Catch me cruisin' in some vintage with
The full black Gucci belt
Six bands, make it double
Hit 'em on the head, red dot in the jungle
Catch me walkin' slow, pockets racked
It make me stumble
I'm gon' get that guap and I'll
Do it with no struggle
Flexin' big racks, I will never be the same
Yes, I pop another Xan, drop a
Band all on my chain, yeah
She stay textin' me, she don't text you
You a lame
She just hopped inside the 'Rari
Shawty countin' up my cake