[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
(Hella Sketchy)
(Oooh, oooh)
(Woah, yeah)

[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
Racks on a hoodie for no reason
Flexin' everyday, every weekend
Wastin' bands to catch a feeling
Went and made it back in just an evening
All these bands in my pockets got my pants hanging low
When you come into the crib, leave your shoes at the door
I see money in the air, I see money on the floor
I got nothing left to lose, and that's some shit you should know

[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy]
Fuck a check, I ran it up at Neimans
I got hoes, plenty hoes like the seasons
Running to this money till I'm wheezin'
The way she sucking, you'd think that bitch is teething
Made a hunnid bands on the weekend
That pussy wet, yeah, I'm swimming in the deep end
So much drink inside my system now I'm leaning
She say she don't fuck with Sketchy
That bitch is tweaking
[Verse 2: Hella Sketchy]
Gotta make it bounce back
Caught up in her act like a fucking mouse trap
I just fucked her in the car don't know where my house at
Why you copying my style? Bitch, I need my sound back
Sleepin' on me now needa get up off your ass
Your bitch in my phone for a follow back
Playing with my life like this shit is blackjack
You ain't moving forward, yeah, shit the backtrack

[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
Racks on a hoodie for no reason
Flexin' everyday, every weekend
Wastin' bands to catch a feeling
Went and made it back in just an evening
All these bands in my pockets got my pants hanging low
When you come into the crib, leave your shoes at the door
I see money in the air, I see money on the floor
I got nothing left to lose, and that's some shit you should know