[Intro]
[Eddy?]
Bubby on the beat, Bubby on the beat yuh yuh ahyuhah yuhahyuh

[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy]
Will I ever find true love I don't know
But I do not care, I be stackin' up my dough
Got my bands up couple gs in my coat
Shawty said she love me but I know that she don't
Yuh yuh yuh
Shawty in my phone acting like I do not know
Fuckin' all these thots, all my friends turned into foes
Everyone switched up, now my only friend's the Dro
I'm just blowin' on a pack again
I don't need no thot, exes on my sack again
Eating good with my crew, we some business men
Run up checks, run up guala day by day again
I'm getting bored of the routine though
Pop a bean, blowin' gas out the window
Countin' up, man I make it look so simple
Girl get off my line, please just take a signal

[Hook: Hella Sketchy]
Take a signal, grippin' on the pistol
Fendi belt around my waist, these lames are still broke
Take a signal, poppin' out these missiles
See this guap, I run it up and make it triple
Take a signal, grippin' on the pistol
Fendi belt around my waist, these lames are still broke
Take a signal, poppin' out those missiles
See this guap, I run it up and make it triple
[Verse 2: Coyote Dead]
Shawty see me now I'm in my bag again
Shawty hit my line to blow her back again
I think she only like me for my rapper friends
So I'ma pass her off
I'm on a holiday, I want it all the way
I'm deep in the bottle babe and I want a model bae
Fendi on my shades, I can hardly see straight
Shawty finna dance ooh yeahhh
I want the finer things, I want designer things ooh yeahhh
Just hop on the ride and skate and we on to finer things
I been with the sauce so long, shawty take her pants right off
I-I just put the beam on the pole, had to turn my dreams into goals
I can-I can never bend, never fold, I see it in your eyes you're a whore

[Hook: Hella Sketchy]
Take a signal, grippin' on the pistol
Fendi belt around my waist, these lames are still broke
Take a signal, poppin' out these missiles
See this guap, I run it up and make it triple
Take a signal, grippin' on the pistol
Fendi belt around my waist, these lames are still broke
Take a signal, poppin' out those missiles
See this guap, I run it up and make it triple