Crank Yo Check Up
Broke nigga crank yo check up
I just had to crank my neck up
How you my opp and you scared to go walking
Im waiting for a little bitch to step up yeah
His baby mommy was bad as fuck
She ain't got shit on me though
Left her on red and she mad as fuck
Her nigga wanna eat my b whole
Me and gang off in this bitch
I like all my niggas rich
Balling he come from the hood
Pull up with big knots and glitz
Big Biase up in his hoe
Watch your nigga he might go
Cut my man off he go broke
Better go crank your check up hoe
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Say they want the smoke
Bro got the heater
I make her call up my cousin no skeeter
Say she not gay
I don't believe her
I got her out of her clothes like a streaker
Rich nigga show me respect a real
All of my bitches be hot a fever
She throwing ass it shake like a seizure
Just give her one Margarita
Two margaritas she lit
Three margaritas see tits
Four margaritas and a whole lot of money
Might just eat that dick
Crank your check up nigga uh
Crank your check up nigga uh
Got good bread might get good head
Might crank this neck up nigga
Yeah yeah yeah shake that ass bitch uh
Make it clap
Move them clappers make a stack
Throw that shit you niggas cap
Throw that shit or shut your trap
Throw that shit you full of crap
Throw that shit or it's a wrap
Half these hoes can't even rap yeah
Wake'em up wake'em up wake'em up
They been sleep on me a nap mhm
I'm not talkin' dyke shit but I keep on me a strap mhm
I might blow her face off uh
She might need a mask yeah
Ain't that at her spinal cord I might un big her back uh huh
2 cups for my dead homies
Take a shot for folks them grave uh huh
I don't really post money
I leave that for folks them page hmm
I got 4 1 niggas but I love them all the same
Catch your bitch outside in traffic
She gonna need 411 pain
Crank your check up hmm
Crank your check up oh
Crank your check up hmm
Crank your check up yeah
It's BB crank your check up
It's BB crank your check up
It's Biase
I just had to crank my neck up
How you my opp and you scared to go walking
Im waiting for a little bitch to step up yeah
His baby mommy was bad as fuck
She ain't got shit on me though
Left her on red and she mad as fuck
Her nigga wanna eat my b whole
Me and gang off in this bitch
I like all my niggas rich
Balling he come from the hood
Pull up with big knots and glitz
Big Biase up in his hoe
Watch your nigga he might go
Cut my man off he go broke
Better go crank your check up hoe
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Yuh
Crank your check up nigga
Say they want the smoke
Bro got the heater
I make her call up my cousin no skeeter
Say she not gay
I don't believe her
I got her out of her clothes like a streaker
Rich nigga show me respect a real
All of my bitches be hot a fever
She throwing ass it shake like a seizure
Just give her one Margarita
Two margaritas she lit
Three margaritas see tits
Four margaritas and a whole lot of money
Might just eat that dick
Crank your check up nigga uh
Crank your check up nigga uh
Got good bread might get good head
Might crank this neck up nigga
Yeah yeah yeah shake that ass bitch uh
Make it clap
Move them clappers make a stack
Throw that shit you niggas cap
Throw that shit or shut your trap
Throw that shit you full of crap
Throw that shit or it's a wrap
Half these hoes can't even rap yeah
Wake'em up wake'em up wake'em up
They been sleep on me a nap mhm
I'm not talkin' dyke shit but I keep on me a strap mhm
I might blow her face off uh
She might need a mask yeah
Ain't that at her spinal cord I might un big her back uh huh
2 cups for my dead homies
Take a shot for folks them grave uh huh
I don't really post money
I leave that for folks them page hmm
I got 4 1 niggas but I love them all the same
Catch your bitch outside in traffic
She gonna need 411 pain
Crank your check up hmm
Crank your check up oh
Crank your check up hmm
Crank your check up yeah
It's BB crank your check up
It's BB crank your check up
It's Biase
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Writer(s): Corey Germain, Bri Biase, Cg Beats Cg Beats
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