"Fuck That Check Up" as written by and Symere Woods Robert Williams....
Lil' fish, yeah
If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe
We ain't gon' save you either
Ah ha ha ha ha

Bad lil' thottie, she got body
I'm on perkies, she on molly
Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali
Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
I'm 'bout to pull out that V12, I'mma shit on these niggas like E-Zel
Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt
With the money, I know she don't mean well
Niggas running their mouth like females
When you winning, they only wanna see you fail
When you winning, they only wan' see you lose
Niggas steal and I can't let 'em see my moves
Wait (wait), ha ha
Selling that cocaina (white!)
Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock)
Now we sell out arenas (lit!)
White boys say I'm genius, white girls say I'm gnarly
Did thirty bands in Niemen's, 'nother twenty grand at Barney's
Ever put a pop bitch on a block list, that don't pop shit
'Cause I got shit in the drop six, with a dime bitch, whole squad lit
Heard your new shit, that's not it
Whole gang with me on some mob shit
He ain't talkin' money then it's nonsense
Green got you gassed, you are not lit, no way

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up
I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck up
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

Ha, yeah, back in this bitch and we litty again
I'm 'bout to land in the city again
She with the gang, he tripping again
He like you out with that nigga again?
She gettin' cocky like yeah I'm wit him
Five bands, Gucci coat, rock it once, I'll never wear it again

Gucci swag so relaxed
Louis bag with the hat
Uzi Vert with the mac
Damn, thought I wasn't? Fuck you then hit your cousin
All hundreds, don't want no twenties
Stop it, fuck nigga, get money
Fuck a bitch tittys, once hammer tag airbag
Ridin', no keys like, vroom
My car don't got room
Yeah I put all of the gwap in the front, got my engine in the back
Litte nigga we don't talk about nothing, if this shit, not 'bout the racks
Don't call my phone
Don't leave no message
If that girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency
Better hit nine-eleven
Up all night, don't rest much
Spent two hunnid for the rest up
Young nigga fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up
I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck up
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

(Uh) my old bitch, yo' new bitch
She want ? Like q-tip
She get tan like Ewing
Nigga said he wanted a favour, we ran into him he didn't wanna do shit
I don't care what he sayin' we ain't playin', we just wanna shoot shit
Yeah, ran out them racks
I'm gettin' back
Niggas be tweetin'
They gettin' smacked
Bitches be screenshottin'
Tellin to hit me on Snap
She hit me back
oh lord, she gettin' clapped
Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando air mattress
Goin' ham-o, poppin' cat shit, bake camo with the matches
Thirty on board, livin' lavish
Hit your mans up, go to Paris, twenty grand up when the tat hit
You can tell we ain't never had shit, no way!

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up
I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck up
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)


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"Fuck That Check Up" as written by Symere Woods Robert Williams

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