[Intro: Hella Sketchy]
What, yup
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ghostrage

[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
He lookin' like a lick, yeah, he lookin' like a stain
I pull up with a stick and you know that shit gon' bang
I'm countin' up these bands, so much I might go insane
This is a lifestyle that you just cannot explain
Bitch, you cannot fuck me, I know you just want some clout
Bitch, you wanna fuck me? I'll just put it in your mouth
No doubt, I'm a fuckin' big baller
No doubt, I'm a fuckin' shotcaller
No doubt, I know you a fuckin' talker
Where your bread at? You got it from your father, yeah

[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy]
You a fuckin' lame, please stop callin' on my phone
Bitch, I'm Super Saiyan, I shoot fire, not no chrome
Bitch, I'm gettin' paid just to sit out at my home
In and out of state, bitch, I'm sittin' on my throne
Sittin' on my throne, bitch, you know that I'm a king
I just spent ten bands on a fuckin' diamond ring
Your bitch tellin' me that she like the way I sing
Your bitch on my dick and I like the way she swing, ayy
[Chorus: Hella Sketchy & Rico Nasty]
He lookin' like a lick, yeah, he lookin' like a stain
I pull up with a stick and you know that shit gon' bang
I'm countin' up these bands, so much I might go insane
This is a lifestyle that you just cannot explain
Bitch, you cannot fuck me, I know you just want some clout
Bitch, you wanna fuck me? I'll just put it in your mouth (Yeah)
No doubt, I'm a fuckin' big baller (Hah, Rico)
No doubt, I'm a fuckin' shotcaller (Rico, yeah)

[Verse 2: Rico Nasty]
My money green like snot, bet I make a lot, I call all the shots
Ridin' in a drop, zoomin' past these pussies
My money too tall, you can't overlook me
I need twenty-thousand dollars cash if you wanna book me
I don't know how to bake, but you know I'm smokin' on cookies
I'm a MacBook Pro, you bitches is rookies
It's a good day if I say so
Dickriders, I really hate those
Be quiet, you ain't gettin' no pesos
No stylist, bitch, you in the same clothes
No face, case closed
Color diamonds, rainbow
Punish you and they gone
I'm a shotcaller, bitch, they know
[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
He lookin' like a lick, yeah, he lookin' like a stain
I pull up with a stick and you know that shit gon' bang
I'm countin' up these bands, so much I might go insane
This is a lifestyle that you just cannot explain
Bitch, you cannot fuck me, I know you just want some clout
Bitch, you wanna fuck me? I'll just put it in your mouth
No doubt, I'm a fuckin' big baller
No doubt, I'm a fuckin' shotcaller