Check Wit It lyrics

[Verse 1: Tee Grizley]
[?] just put diamonds on [?]
I be [?] that's when I sleep
I don't got no problems in these streets
Drop a couple dollars on my beef
I get off parole in a couple months
Soon as I get off, I'm rolling the blunt
The chopper big as f*ck, you can fold the b*tch up
n*gga rob my n*gga Buck, and he toast some sh*t up
My n*ggas making [?] we don't do no [?]
f*ck a b*tch and send her home, we don't do no chilling
[?] drop the top, we don't do no ceelings
[?] couldn't even feel it

[Chorus: Young Buck]
Real shooter catch a body, b*tch you never did
Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it
I got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new b*tch cool, my old b*tch mad
Now I got a chеck with it
Now I got a check with it

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Break a brick down with my bear hands
[?] won't do sh*t to mе, I got that pole on me
[?], you can't tell on me, I got some shells on me
We got bail money, cause that n*gga Buck keep bails on him
Rock out, Imma move that work until I clock out
TK had no guns around him, so you gon get knocked out
[?] my chopper flip a n*gga [?]
Top shotta, knock off your [?]
Hold up n*gga, let me get poured up, check out my [?]
[?] soon as we showed up
More bread than cold cuts
[?] chopstick [?] drop sh*t
So you can't stop sh*t
Thot b*tch, get her top split
She [?]
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Real shooter catch a body, b*tch you never did
Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it
I got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new b*tch cool, my old b*tch mad
Now I got a check with it
Now I got a check with it

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I just left my celly with a half a brick
Had to pay my thick [?] to grab the sh*t
Only n*gga on the yard used to have this sh*t
They say I'm trappin a lil too hard, I'm not the average
b*tch come check my paperwork, and tell me what the savage is
I just left a million dollars in my mama matress
I just bought a thousand choppers, test them out with all my partners
All my n*ggas think they shottas, catch a [?] and catch a body
Soldier rags, [?] sh*t
Neighborhood talk, it's that mob sh*t
This that [?], [?] b*tch
This that gang gang, this that [?] sh*t

[Chorus: Young Buck]
Real shooter catch a body, b*tch you never did
Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it
I got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new b*tch cool, my old b*tch mad
Now I got a check with it
Now I got a check with it