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I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me Glizzy'd up, who fighting? No, we ain't fighting Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please (Strizzy) Pulled up on that dumb shit, we love that nonsense When I put fifty on my wrist, they gon' be upset And she already in her feelings, we ain't fuck yet And like MC, I keep a hammer, you can't touch this It ain't no telling what we in for, I'm smoking endo We slide with cutters, hit his house, knock off his kinfolk He want smoke, I'm hollering 10-4, I might let ten go Paper route, ain't going broke, no, I can't trust a ho This the life of a youngin who ain't going for nothing Night and day, he be clutching, don't even think about running If it's fuck me, then fuck you, niggas really busters Can't knock me out my hustle, bitch, I'ma get some money I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me Glizzy'd up, who fighting? No, we ain't fighting Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me Glizzy'd up, who fighting? No, we ain't fighting Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please Diamonds VVS, don't need no flashlight Blackout off the Hennessy, I can't remember last night Four thousand for this Dior drip and you can check the tag price I been on the road, two years ago I saw my last hype I was tryna run it up, trapped to get my cash right I know how that corner work, got wrapped up in that fast life I was out there thugging in the trenches where they blast pipes Gasping for his breath, he hoping this don't be his last fight 'Bout that cash flow, flying through a different time zone She wanna fuck, girl, wait your turn, know that line long Mix exotic with the liquor, got my mind gone If a nigga talking out his neck, he get his mind blown I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me Glizzy'd up, who fighting? No, we ain't fighting Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please
Writer(s): Michael Strider, Steven Charles Alexander, Antonio Nelson, Winteria Griffin, Joseph Nguyen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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