Hella Sketchy

Lyrics

[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