Intro: Hella Sketchy
 I just like the sound...
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah
 Chorus: Hella Sketchy
 Ridin' 'round with a rack on me, lil' b**ch
 And I got the pack on me, take a whiff
 S2K, pull up, give your b**ch a lift
 Stick up with a scope, empty out the full clip
 You say that's your b**ch, well, I think that you are wrong
 Why she sendin' pics, nothin' on, just a thong
 F*ck everybody f*ckin' with me to get on
 Ten band lick, hit the juug and then I'm gone
 Verse 1: Hella Sketchy
 Lately I've been feelin' so alone
 But I can't complain 'cause I've been runnin' up the dough
 Pop another perc and now it got me movin' slow
 I can never switch up on my gang, yeah, you should know
 B**ch, I'm in a HazMat, tell me where the gas at
 I'mma get the cash back, shawty, you can grab that
 B**ch, leave me 'lone, I'mma do this by myself
 Made it where I'm at and I did it with no help
 Failure was never an option for me
 God on my side, I'm a boss with the team
 Dress to impress, yeah, I'm only seventeen
 Couldn't wait to count up all this motherf*ckin' green
 Chorus: Hella Sketchy
 Ridin' 'round with a rack on me, lil' b**ch
 And I got the pack on me, take a whiff
 S2K, pull up, give your b**ch a lift
 Stick up with a scope, empty out the full clip
 You say that's your b**ch, well, I think that you are wrong
 Why she sendin' pics, nothin' on, just a thong
 F*ck everybody f*ckin' with me to get on
 Ten band lick, hit the juug and then I'm gone
 Verse 2: Weiland
 And I got the racks on me, lil' b**ch
 Pull up to the club, see his b**ch takin' pics
 Glocky got a beam and it got a pair of tits
 VVS my neck, Chrome Hearts on my wrist
 Play this for your b**ch, yeah, it's her favorite song
 I don't want no sex, no, only want the dome
 No new phone calls, got a new phone
 In love with my .40, yeah, in love with the chrome
 Tryna put my momma in a brand new home
 Cannot trust a soul so I gotta move alone
 Only smoke exotic, never smokin' homegrown
 And I got the racks on me, lil' b**ch
 And I got a Glock on me, take a pic
 And I got the racks on me
 And I got the racks on me, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Chorus: Hella Sketchy
 Ridin' 'round with a rack on me, lil' b**ch
 And I got the pack on me, take a whiff
 S2K, pull up, give your b**ch a lift
 Stick up with a scope, empty out the full clip
 You say that's your b**ch, well, I think that you are wrong
 Why she sendin' pics, nothin' on, just a thong
 F*ck everybody f*ckin' with me to get on
 Ten band lick, hit the juug and then I'm gone