Check On Me
Bitch you know I got that check on me
I'm riding through your city with that tech on me
Nigga fucking up that pape getting stretch homie
I'ma leave him in the field with his dead homies
Bitch you know I got that check on me
I'm riding through your city with that tech on me
Nigga fucking up that pape getting stretch homie
I'ma leave him in the field with his dead homies
Bitch you know I got that check on, tech on
Fucking up that pape gonna get you stretched homie, wet homie
Leave his top in the air like his dead homie
Like who the fuck was aiming for yo chess homie
Big money heavy weight, we on that interstate
Been getting money that's why we switching up the rental plates
Tell yo plug to bag up, I heard he fuck with Jake's
Hope you niggas insured for thinking that that crime pay
I'm getting so much money, I think that my time pay
Stuffing a bitch send her on the road like underlay
I'm off some many pills, I feeling like I'm Andre
Run off with my bag, I'm going to lynch yo ass like k k k
Bitch you know I got that check on me
I'm riding through your city with that tech on me
Nigga fucking up that pape getting stretch homie
I'ma leave him in the field with his dead homies
Pussy nigga why you acting like you hard to kill
Ima pop out with that drace make you eat the steel
Niggas arguing on the net but never in the field
So when it's beef they disappear like David Copperfield
Yea
Pussy Nigga you know where am at, so pop out I turn yo ass into a opp pack
You small that, we left him ass smoking like a rutz pack
So fall back, and tell yo brother to get his lick back
So when it beef, pussy nigga ain't no calling quits
Ima spin yo fucking block with about a hunit blicks
So tell my cousin pussy nigga ain't no jumping ship
So if yo ass sinking on that boat, I hope yo ass can swim
Bitch you know I got that check on me
I'm riding through your city with that tech on me
Nigga fucking up that pape getting stretch homie
I'ma leave him in the field with his dead homies
Bitch you know I got that check on me
I'm riding through your city with that tech on me
Nigga fucking up that pape getting stretch homie
I'ma leave him in the field with his dead homies
Theses niggas got us fucked up
Theses niggas got us fucked up
Them 223 would leave him slumped
The only thing in this barrel is what, I trust bruh
I'm riding through your city with that tech on me
Nigga fucking up that pape getting stretch homie
I'ma leave him in the field with his dead homies
Bitch you know I got that check on me
I'm riding through your city with that tech on me
Nigga fucking up that pape getting stretch homie
I'ma leave him in the field with his dead homies
Bitch you know I got that check on, tech on
Fucking up that pape gonna get you stretched homie, wet homie
Leave his top in the air like his dead homie
Like who the fuck was aiming for yo chess homie
Big money heavy weight, we on that interstate
Been getting money that's why we switching up the rental plates
Tell yo plug to bag up, I heard he fuck with Jake's
Hope you niggas insured for thinking that that crime pay
I'm getting so much money, I think that my time pay
Stuffing a bitch send her on the road like underlay
I'm off some many pills, I feeling like I'm Andre
Run off with my bag, I'm going to lynch yo ass like k k k
Bitch you know I got that check on me
I'm riding through your city with that tech on me
Nigga fucking up that pape getting stretch homie
I'ma leave him in the field with his dead homies
Pussy nigga why you acting like you hard to kill
Ima pop out with that drace make you eat the steel
Niggas arguing on the net but never in the field
So when it's beef they disappear like David Copperfield
Yea
Pussy Nigga you know where am at, so pop out I turn yo ass into a opp pack
You small that, we left him ass smoking like a rutz pack
So fall back, and tell yo brother to get his lick back
So when it beef, pussy nigga ain't no calling quits
Ima spin yo fucking block with about a hunit blicks
So tell my cousin pussy nigga ain't no jumping ship
So if yo ass sinking on that boat, I hope yo ass can swim
Bitch you know I got that check on me
I'm riding through your city with that tech on me
Nigga fucking up that pape getting stretch homie
I'ma leave him in the field with his dead homies
Bitch you know I got that check on me
I'm riding through your city with that tech on me
Nigga fucking up that pape getting stretch homie
I'ma leave him in the field with his dead homies
Theses niggas got us fucked up
Theses niggas got us fucked up
Them 223 would leave him slumped
The only thing in this barrel is what, I trust bruh
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Writer(s): Derron Wilson
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