CHECK ON YO PPL

I ain't like nun of y'all I'm different
Put your hood up, put your hood up
Put your hood up
Right now, right now

Sticks and egos, go where ever we go
Better go check on yo people they fucking with niggas that's evil
30 grimos they don't speak the lingos
Scope on the rifle I see ya
Good luck I would not want to be ya

You niggas be acting like divas
I'm a pit, you golden retrievers
It's up and stuck when I see ya
No limit on none of my visas
She love the way that I please her
But I'm gone as fast as she come
It was 4 of us then it's 3 drums
What competition I don't see none
Don't compare him, cause he's done
We seen that like a rerun
Won't say it nice, won't say it twice
Keep your advice cause I don't need none
I did it once that's a sequel
Ask around I get lethal
I bully shit like I'm Segal
Y'all better check on y'all people

Man I'm not like none of y'all I'm different
Man I'm not like none of y'all I'm different
I ain't like none of y'all

Man fuck this famous shit I get griddy
If you don't see em here, he ain't with me
Buss down Cuban I only spent 50
None but power moves that's 50
I'm so turnt up I'm brackin
Now he want a verse from me, I'm taxing
She get real nasty ain't cappin
We gone need way more then a napkin
Boy you gambling with your life
Man I came up on them dice
Hit like 30 points in one night
They ain't seen a run like this since Mike
See we be low key just a couple of us
We don't fuck with you, don't fuck with us
Don't talk to me, you ain't done enough
I did that then doubled up

I ain't like none of y'all I'm different
I ain't like none of y'all I'm different
I'm showing out
What Up, Holla
I ain't like none of y'all I'm different

Man I get that phone call from my bro
Then it's up, derty. It's go time
I'm riding round with an AR that got a movie clip like showtime
Better ask round
Bout who
That boy Showoutt nigga don't play
Watch how you talk around me, how you act around me, cause you will get hit in your face
I'm talking with bottles, hands or bullets, whatever we choose
I just know one thing how it's finna end somebody making the news
My pops be telling me son chill these niggas tryna fuck your paper up
In one ear and out the other
Imma make sure niggas don't play with us
Y'all know I'm a hothead
So I advise you niggas be cool
Trying to look tough around a bunch of animals
But you really looking like food
Call up Tremaine he gonna get on you
Put on his mask but not for corona
You would think my dawg work for Uber how he get the low and slide on ya

Sticks and egos, go where ever we go
Better go check on yo people they fucking wit niggas that's evil
30 grimos they don't speak the lingos
Scope on the rifle I see ya
Good luck I would not want to be ya



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Writer(s): Darien Pugh
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