Shot Caller Hella Sketchy (Ft. Rico Nasty)

[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