Check
Yeah I don't fuck with niggas
I be where the check is
I took all my nightmares and turned them to blessings
I don't know why bitches be asking me questions
I don't know where Love is don't got a direction
We came from the gutter
We trap and finessing
I ran up these racks so you know that I'm flexing
I used to be broke and I used to be stressing
And now all these bitches be tryna impress me
I don't got no time man not even a second
I can't not lay down ain't no time for no resting
I'm done with the talking If we do not catch em
We murkin' his mans just to send em a message
Got 10 of these packs and they gone by the morning
Just check out the board and just see who be scoring
Pulled up in a foreign, V8 be roaring
Beam on the scope send his ass to the morgue
Designer, Check
Racks, Check
Foreign do the dash, Check
We be in the trap, Check
We be moving packs, Check
Shooters got the straps, Check
Posted in the back, Check
We don't fuck with rats, Check
How come you ain't die yet
Designer, Check
Racks, Check
Foreign do the dash, Check
We be in the trap, Check
We be moving packs, Check
Shooters got the straps, Check
Posted in the back, Check
We don't fuck with rats, Check
How come you ain't die yet
Run up the money I keep up the stamina
And my bro keep the hammer tuck
I don't got problems but niggas be at us
Why the fuck is you mad at us
Probably cause you niggas broke yea
Put the game up in a choke yea
Got me feeling like the goat yea
Looking like I'm selling dope yea
Looking like I'm selling I'm dope
Money conversations when I'm on the phone yea
Purple Hearts we ain't fearing nothing
Heard them opps tryna' go to war yea
Dark times when I'm outside
But you know I gotta chase the doe yea
Back then I was down bad but you know a nigga really on yea
Got my eye on these niggas like CBS
I might send out to rob for his VVS
Got me feeling like Khalid cause we the best
And we aim for the head you don't need a vest
I been running this shit got my feet tired
I was gone for a minute I need mine
And we still in the hood I got street ties
I got work from the west on the east side
Plug
Designer, Check
Racks, Check
Foreign do the dash, Check
We be in the trap, Check
We be moving packs, Check
Shooters got the straps, Check
Posted in the back, Check
We don't fuck with rats, Check
How come you ain't die yet
Designer, Check
Racks, Check
Foreign do the dash, Check
We be in the trap, Check
We be moving packs, Check
Shooters got the straps, Check
Posted in the back, Check
We don't fuck with rats, Check
How come you ain't die yet
I be where the check is
I took all my nightmares and turned them to blessings
I don't know why bitches be asking me questions
I don't know where Love is don't got a direction
We came from the gutter
We trap and finessing
I ran up these racks so you know that I'm flexing
I used to be broke and I used to be stressing
And now all these bitches be tryna impress me
I don't got no time man not even a second
I can't not lay down ain't no time for no resting
I'm done with the talking If we do not catch em
We murkin' his mans just to send em a message
Got 10 of these packs and they gone by the morning
Just check out the board and just see who be scoring
Pulled up in a foreign, V8 be roaring
Beam on the scope send his ass to the morgue
Designer, Check
Racks, Check
Foreign do the dash, Check
We be in the trap, Check
We be moving packs, Check
Shooters got the straps, Check
Posted in the back, Check
We don't fuck with rats, Check
How come you ain't die yet
Designer, Check
Racks, Check
Foreign do the dash, Check
We be in the trap, Check
We be moving packs, Check
Shooters got the straps, Check
Posted in the back, Check
We don't fuck with rats, Check
How come you ain't die yet
Run up the money I keep up the stamina
And my bro keep the hammer tuck
I don't got problems but niggas be at us
Why the fuck is you mad at us
Probably cause you niggas broke yea
Put the game up in a choke yea
Got me feeling like the goat yea
Looking like I'm selling dope yea
Looking like I'm selling I'm dope
Money conversations when I'm on the phone yea
Purple Hearts we ain't fearing nothing
Heard them opps tryna' go to war yea
Dark times when I'm outside
But you know I gotta chase the doe yea
Back then I was down bad but you know a nigga really on yea
Got my eye on these niggas like CBS
I might send out to rob for his VVS
Got me feeling like Khalid cause we the best
And we aim for the head you don't need a vest
I been running this shit got my feet tired
I was gone for a minute I need mine
And we still in the hood I got street ties
I got work from the west on the east side
Plug
Designer, Check
Racks, Check
Foreign do the dash, Check
We be in the trap, Check
We be moving packs, Check
Shooters got the straps, Check
Posted in the back, Check
We don't fuck with rats, Check
How come you ain't die yet
Designer, Check
Racks, Check
Foreign do the dash, Check
We be in the trap, Check
We be moving packs, Check
Shooters got the straps, Check
Posted in the back, Check
We don't fuck with rats, Check
How come you ain't die yet
Credits
Writer(s): Anibal Flores
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