Bout Checks

Oh yeah, lets go, yeah, okay I done had to put my foot on some f*ck niggas necks I don't talk less its bout checks, yeah Pressure feel it in my chest I can't move cause I'm smokin' the best, oh lord How you gon' say that I'm wrong You ain't gotta say nothin', on bro im gone Found out he was switchin', I left him alone You step in the trenches get hit in the dome A trampoline tryna save niggas is crazy You hide and we killing them campers like Jason You came from the attic, I came from the basement They slide through the night and they hiding they faces And the Jakes never get em they way too evasive They can't change their position, the higher ups racist And the government do anything to erase em Outside, we ride, we slide we shoot Them niggas know we hang with goons I switch out my clothes like I switch my controllers This lil' bitch be ballin', I switched out the motor She throwing a fit I can tell she bipolar When big bro up the cannon go (Boom) that's his shoulder I know Nina get hot and ready when I tote her He want her I throw that shit up like a floater I cant leave the crib without toting that iron I'm reppin' my shit for my guys, I would die Wasn't here from the jump to the back of the line It ain't about money, you wasted my time Your bros ain't your homies, watch out for the snakes I never trust nothing'; I knew you would trade You did it yourself, girl, you sealed your own fate I kept it a hundred, you lied to my face Start pushin that P now I'm feelin' like Diddy I'm not gettin' high, so I switch from the mini Im tryna hit charts and go hard for the city Once I tell you what I've been through, don't show me pity F*ck your lies, you just tryna waste time, bitch, I'm gone Im just talkin' my shit, I'll be back in the morning You can stay with that nigga, I'm better, Im knowing I'm rocking Versace he rocking V-lone I go hard, I go hard any day No weapons allowed, brought the Glock anyway He talkin' too loud send some shots to his face We passing that bitch around just like a relay I don't do no talkin', put dick down her throat She don't do no gaggin', but like when she choke You always be sayin' I'm doin' the most How you gone complain when I'm doin' the most Lost my mind man it's starting to get wicked yeah Lost my heart man im starting to get wicked yeah Lost my temper it's starting to get wicked yeah Cut the beat off it's starting to get wicked yeah F*ck my family, y'all startin' to get wicked yeah F*ck these niggas, y'all startin' to get wicked yeah F*ck you bitches, y'all startin' to get wicked yeah F*ck this beat man its starting to get wicked yeah