Check it out lyrics

Hook - baby girl come check it out
Da type ta change ya life
No ian living right
I still come slide tru wit da pipe
She was good girl
Now pour Hi-Tech without da ice
Lil shorty fine
My b*tch a quarter
Urs a dime
One of kind
Get happy wen i say she mine
She lose her mind
Wen im not around alla time
Who can i trust wen sh*t get real
Im sick nd tired of lies
Im Rollin blunts up back to back
Dem percz waistin my time

Verse- where im from
Can't show no pitty
Stop da lean opps tryna get me
f*ck da x i get to litty
Off da xanz my body trippy
Still tot semiz get up wit me
Can't trust hoes you b*tches tricky
Play both sides ain't really wit me
2 face n*ggas poohput b*tch
How you slide without a stick
You tryna fight
Im flee as sh*t
Look at my fit
Check out my kickz
I rather up dis 4-5th
Put a hole thru yo sh*t
Call saus man help me lay low
But i can't
Cuz my trap boom'n
Like da bombs from isis
Ride foreigns without da license
You ain't kiki b*tch you triflen
Got me f*cked up think im wife'n
b*tch you lucky if i piped it
Front yo move
Like you big bout it
Still dat n*gga run yo pocketz
Keep a 40 like a liquor store
No I can't go
Im train to blow
Hook - baby girl come check it out
Da type ta change ya life
No ian living right
I still come slide tru wit da pipe
She was good girl
Now pour Hi-Tech without da ice
Lil shorty fine
My b*tch a quarter
Urs a dime
One of kind
Get happy wen i say she mine
She lose her mind
Wen im not around alla time
Who can i trust wen sh*t get real
Im sick nd tired of lies
Im Rollin blunts up back to back
Dem percz waistin my time

Verse 2- good dope eyes red as f*ck lean trip'n wild as f*ck n*ggas be actin tuff shortys be actin up dis money piling up chase bandz I run it up you f*ck wit me you stuck she love me cuz my bucks In traffic smokin sticky you want me come and get me 4 nickel hit ya kidney sip'n act f*ck the Remy don't plot just get up me young boy im in yo city I slide nobody wit me cuz n*ggas out to me fendi hold da 3 fifty mister gone remo died no n*ggas by my side now tell me who Gon ride you a b*tch run and tell rather sit wait for bail or just send Mama mail good dope eyes red as hell thot b*tch look bad as hell
Don't wife her she a cheater crack hoes just like a visa do hits in foreign steamers tweakin be off da sh*ts leanin can't stand fa sh*t money be blowin quick try me prove I'm a b*tch rug rat stay wit a Tommy off xanz move like a zombie she booted off da Molly dont get t'd out ya body have 4nem up da shotty we get kicked out the party