check afta check (feat. colum)

No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, Ohh What, Uh, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go F*ck ballin, I'm rappin I need the money, so I get to trappin Like, I hit my bro in the Pac Sun I'm with the bros, and we trappin I'm with my bro and we flippin I'm on the block, flipping the chicken I'm on the block and I'm flipping the kitchen I'm flipping my wrist man, We is forever, Bitch is you kidding? Bitch, is you kidding I don't got time for the games I need to get bread, I need to just stay in my lane, stay in my lane You bitches be mixy, I gotta stick me, bro I gotta stick me, Like I gotta rick me She throwin' neck and she curvy, She throwin' neck and she curvy Missin, your baby, it hurt me Missin, your baby, it hurt me I ain't going again I ain't going again, I ain't going again I'm never gonna f*ck with your manz, Never gon' f*ck with your manz You was a bitch and you moved to Japan, You was a bitch and you fly to Japan I ain't f*ck with your manz, You were my heart and you can't believe it Bae, it don't matter the season, Bitch it don't matter the reason How you gon' f*ck with my feelings, you f*ck with my heart Movin' on for whatever the reason, Bitch is you kiddin' me Bitch is you ready, Bitches is sippin' that pain talk, ain't give no fucks I just needed my time, needed my time, we get the bag I ain't fuckin' with chase, fuckin' with chase Bankin' with you got my heart on the plank But I'ma keep runnin' and runnin Bitch, I be runnin' and runnin Check afta check afta check afta check You throwin the neck and the neck Bitch got me feelin my best, bitch got me feelin my best Check afta check afta check afta check afta check afta check afta check You throwin the neck and the neck Bitch got me feelin my best, bitch got me feelin my best Check afta check afta check afta check Pull up with the guns, Yeah I'm movin' stealth Too many bands, can' count up my wealth 2016, got gucci my belt, 2024 gucci my polo Rockin with bros, shh, but we in the the stole-o Yeah, this a, this a hot car, no we can't flip those You got bad kills and you fuckin' on big hoes I got big money, I'm countin' them big rolls I'm livin' fast, I can't hit the brakes I gotta run, I run from the jinx I gotta run, I gotta run to the chase I gotta run, I gotta run to the pape Like, wait, like, wait, like, wait Like, bitch, you can't get in my face Like, bitch, you can't get in my face Like, bitch, you can't get in my face Every day livin' fast, My life a movie Bitches, tryna seduce me, bitch is a, bitch is a groupie I started rappin, I got groupies I'm fuckin' that bitch in the two-seat She tryna bring her friend, but this a two-seat Out to the bros, She actin' like toosii Came up from the bottom, now I'm on the rise My life amazing, you see the deal in my eyes See me winnin, yeah, they despise But I'ma keep goin, I'ma keep flowin I'ma keep flowin See your new fit, yeah, that shit stolen Everything that you do, that shit stolen Your bitch she be hoein, I'm already knowin Bitch is you ready, Bitches is sippin' that pain talk, ain't give no fucks I just needed my time, needed my time, we get the bag I ain't fuckin' with chase, fuckin' with chase Bankin' with you got my heart on the plank But I'ma keep runnin' and runnin Bitch, I be runnin' and runnin Check afta check afta check afta check You throwin the neck and the neck Bitch got me feelin my best, bitch got me feelin my best Check afta check afta check afta check afta check afta check afta check You throwin the neck and the neck Bitch got me feelin my best, bitch got me feelin my best Check afta check afta check afta check