**** keep calling me Cheki but check it, I don't feel a way

'cause even the dealers inside my own hood know me

I got them saying awe

Hop on the beat then I chef it up, yeah

Cook it up

I don't play any sports, but my boy might just pass me the ball, he gon' hook it up

They ain't heard of me, so I keep stacking the W, W. look it up

I don't steez bout a bitch, if you wan' leave then I make sure I get that hoe outta here

Chaos done sent the beat, so I brought you the chaos, maal it

I'm swiping the pulas away, it's like I never heard of a wallet

And I'm getting hot right now, I promised the goons that I'm still staying solid

Yeah

They always say"you snooze you loose"

But man, I snooze and rarely lose, I run it up

And it's over the roof when I stack it up

I treat racks like I'm moving, I pack it up

When it comes to some money can't have enough

You can't crash out with me you can handle us

She tryna break up with me bitch just wrap it up

She tryna break up with me it's cool

Never had beef but they calling a truce

Once it gets hard then throw up a deuce

She got some- Girl then put it to use

Ducking your calls like I'm playing the goose

**** keep calling me Cheki but check it I don't feel a way

Even the dealers inside my own hood know me I got them saying awe

I'm passing my dollies right back to the homies

They run with it, it almost feel like we playing relay

What am I saying?

No need to tap in with all of her past no need to replay it

You feel what I'm saying?

I'm prolly late all the time when I record I put on delay

You get what I'm saying?

Then she gon hop on my wave she like as long as you paying

You feel what I'm saying?

I might just drop the bitch after a day

She feeling way man fuck what she saying