[Intro]
What?
Ay
Yuh, yuh
What, yeah, bitch, bitch
Yeah, ay, ay, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch I'm Hella Sketchy, woah
Feel like Elvis Presley, woah
Yo bitch hella nasty, woah
Why she tryna text me? Woah
Bitch I'm Hella Sketchy, yeah
Please don't touch my Fendi, yeah
Fendi on my body, yeah
Bitch I'm always flexing, yeah

Bitch I'm Hella Sketchy, yeah
Feel like Elvis Presley, yeah
Yo bitch hella nasty, yeah
Why she tryna text me? Yeah
Bitch I'm Hella Sketchy, yeah
Please don't touch my Fendi, yeah
Fendi on my body, yeah
Bitch I'm always flexing, yeah
Yo bitch in my phone, yeah
When you not at home
Pull up, get the dome, woah
Then I leave her 'lone
You so fucking lame, need to learn to play a rope, yeah
Fucking with my gang, bad decision, we got poles
Pull in an all-white wraith, I'm racing
Once they notice me, they all start chasing
Off too many drugs, I'm outta here spacing
Fat backwood, rolled up I'm facing
Yo bitch on me and she swallow
Licking on the tip, no hollow
Send me at the top, like bravo
I just got a brand new condo

Hella Sketchy in this bitch, I feel like Elvis Presley, yeah
What? Yeah, feel like Elvis Presley
Feel like Elvis Presley (Hey, shoutout Adam22)
Bitch I'm Hella Sketchy, yeah

Bitch I'm Hella Sketchy, woah
Feel like Elvis Presley, woah
Yo bitch hella nasty, yeah
Why she tryna text me? Yeah
Bitch I'm Hella Sketchy, yeah
Please don't touch my Fendi, yeah
Fendi on my body, yeah
Bitch I'm always flexing, yeah
Bitch I'm Hella Sketchy, yeah
Feel like Elvis Presley, yeah
Yo bitch hella nasty, yeah
Why she tryna text me? Yeah
Bitch I'm Hella Sketchy, yeah
Please don't touch my Fendi, yeah
Fendi on my body, yeah
Bitch I'm always flexing, yeah