Sketchy
ACJayC
GENRE
[Verse 1]
Yeah, never walk alone at night
Some weirdo always wanna pick a fight
Knock his lights out, say goodnight
Kill a man, he might, he might just do it tonight
They never getting it right, always got a homie in his sights
Sketchy homies never mind their damn business
Scoping out folks, putting ‘em on his wishlist
Disgusting punks, who want the funk
But if I give ‘em the funk, will they take it?
If I pass the ingredients will they bake it?
If I stop giving a fricking damn, will they take it into
Offense? No offense, just overthinking these “what if?”
Questions that I’m asking me, givе a homie nothing
Just to see what his reaction be, why you so salty G?
Why you so caught up in a bad mood?
[Chorus]
That dudе, walking the streets so sketchy
Man, why all these people sketchy
Did I mention that your hood so sketchy?
Don’t mind me, it just feels so sketchy
(x2)
[Verse 2]
I told your stupid head don’t walk the street alone
Sketchy homies be eating bones, sketchy homies think they own you
Till you self-defend and fricking pull up with a M2
(gunshots)
Ain’t no gangsta, wish a stupid head would
I ain’t your master, go ahead clean your sins
Where’s the pastor? But all I hear is distortion
Homie back up, I’m bout to freak, get freaky
Nah, not like that, TRICKY, TRICKY, TRICKY
I’m just spitting random garbo, up on my show
Welcome to show, where the niggas try eat each other soul
Hey, what do you know? One minute trying to breathe
Next minute you can’t cause your lungs been smoked to leave
Stupid smokers, getting addicted to nicotine
(whoa, whoa, no)
[Repeat Chorus]
Yeah, never walk alone at night
Some weirdo always wanna pick a fight
Knock his lights out, say goodnight
Kill a man, he might, he might just do it tonight
They never getting it right, always got a homie in his sights
Sketchy homies never mind their damn business
Scoping out folks, putting ‘em on his wishlist
Disgusting punks, who want the funk
But if I give ‘em the funk, will they take it?
If I pass the ingredients will they bake it?
If I stop giving a fricking damn, will they take it into
Offense? No offense, just overthinking these “what if?”
Questions that I’m asking me, givе a homie nothing
Just to see what his reaction be, why you so salty G?
Why you so caught up in a bad mood?
[Chorus]
That dudе, walking the streets so sketchy
Man, why all these people sketchy
Did I mention that your hood so sketchy?
Don’t mind me, it just feels so sketchy
(x2)
[Verse 2]
I told your stupid head don’t walk the street alone
Sketchy homies be eating bones, sketchy homies think they own you
Till you self-defend and fricking pull up with a M2
(gunshots)
Ain’t no gangsta, wish a stupid head would
I ain’t your master, go ahead clean your sins
Where’s the pastor? But all I hear is distortion
Homie back up, I’m bout to freak, get freaky
Nah, not like that, TRICKY, TRICKY, TRICKY
I’m just spitting random garbo, up on my show
Welcome to show, where the niggas try eat each other soul
Hey, what do you know? One minute trying to breathe
Next minute you can’t cause your lungs been smoked to leave
Stupid smokers, getting addicted to nicotine
(whoa, whoa, no)
[Repeat Chorus]
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