Check

Aye

No, no, no

Hold on, aye

I'm gon' run up that check, yeah

I'm gon' run up that check, yeah

Hear mi nuh Mitch Mula

(Hold on)

Drop dat bomboclaat

(Aye, aye)

I don't got no beef with the bro

Runnin' straight to that dough

I'ma run up that check (I'ma run up that check)

I done bought new Balenci's

So it'll look good when I step on a fuck **** neck (Gang, gang)

You ain't gotta be gangsta to get some respect

You gon' get what you get, that's a bet (On gang)

I ain't talkin' computers

But all of my shooters, they really pull up with them TEC

Keep fuck around and get stretched

To get where I'm headed

Bitch, I had to jugg and finesse (Oh yeah)

Everything VVS and I still hold it down for my ****

That's calling collect (Oh yeah)

Ain't give a fuck 'bout the flex

I heard they was sleepin'

But fuck it, they gettin' some rest

(Yeah, they gettin' some rest)

And bitch, I'm smokin' the best

And I live how I wanna

No more tryna settle for less (Gang)

Aye

In the coupe with your main ho (My **** gon' run it up)

Aye, my young **** really gon' do what I say so

Aye, if you not tryna ride

What you throw up that gang for?

Pop his top when I cock, let this thing go

Up a Glock to his top, where his brain go?

My ****, it's overdue

I feed all my fam and I do what I'm 'posed to do

You **** look so confused

I go get the dough like a muhfuckin' chauffeur do

The fuck I'm suppose to do?

She suckin', eatin' dick

Bitch, you shoulda brought a coach with you

Lil' bro, he a soldier too

Pop out like some nudes and my **** exposin' you

How 'bout I go to pokin' dude

Don't shake baby, K shoulda came with a stroller too

Want smoke and we strollin' through

Get wet like a slob and my ****, they soakin' you

And Tay really rollin' too

Fight hard than a bitch

Get to punchin', he foldin' you

(Gang, gang)

So bitch, what you wanna do?

They know I'ma slide like a **** with bowlin' shoes, aye

(Like a **** with bowlin' shoes)

I don't got no beef with the bro

Runnin' straight to that dough

I'ma run up that check (I'ma run up that check)

I done bought new Balenci's

So it'll look good when I step on a fuck **** neck (Gang, gang)

You ain't gotta be gansta to get some respect

You gon' get what you get, that's a bet (On gang)

I ain't talkin' computers

But all of my shooters, they really pull up with them TEC (Rrrah)

Keep fuck around and get stretched

To get where I'm headed

Bitch, I had to jugg and finesse (Oh yeah)

Everything VVS and I still hold it down for my ****

That's calling collect (Oh yeah)

Ain't give a fuck 'bout the flex

I heard they was sleepin'

But fuck it, they gettin' some rest

(Yeah, they gettin' some rest)

And bitch, I'm smokin' the best

And I live how I wanna

No more tryna settle for less (Gang, gang)