Bout a Check

Don’t hit my line, ‘less it’s bout a check Don’t waste my time, you better come correct She love my styyy, she trying to gimme neck We kill ya tribe, if you disrespect Wifey she thicker than Gumbo Me and my posse we cutthroat All of you niggas are done fo’ You see us then you better run hoe When the gun blow, thru the front doe’ Have all of you niggas like “Uh oh” All of you niggas got Asthma So you really don’t want this blunt smoke Late night Wrist bright All black like I’m creepin’ If she call me once then I’m beatin’ Eat the pussy up like I need it Bad Bitch she creamin’ She came first then I skeeted Strapped up with that heater Tell ya baby daddy stop reaching Hopped in the rover Press on the gas 12 pull me over No I.D. I be the, *WOOP WOOP* I don’t f*ck with opps And we light up ya block then we duck the cops I’ll wet a nigga like Dog Spit Leave his body stankin’ like Dog Shit UPG stay winning so I know that they can’t stand me Cash in the duffel bag like I’m dodging Uncle Sammie Get up out yo feelings nigga, save that crying for yo mammy Girl just make that ass clap, like I just won me a Grammy, yes I’m on the grind I’m on her mind I wanna shine I want what’s mine Tell em’ I’ll meet back here in a second In the meantime all you niggas talkin’ reckless need to know Don’t hit my line, ‘less it’s bout a check Don’t waste my time, you better come correct She love my styyy, she trying to gimme neck We kill ya tribe, if you disrespect Don’t hit my line, ‘less it’s bout a check Don’t waste my time, you better come correct She love my styyy, she trying to gimme neck We kill ya tribe, if you disrespect