Check Up lyrics

by

DC The Don



[Intro]
Lets go
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse]
Don't tell me how to live, just sit back, watch how a young n*gga flex up (Okay)
Shawty on my di*k so motherf*cking much, that a grown ass n*gga come and catch up (Goddamn!)
n*gga too goddamn sick, need to go to the doctor and get me a check up (Ew)
And I'm too goddamn rich, I'ma f*ck around, pay a new b*tch school semester
I call up Johnny [?], I told him I'm tryna matte black my new Tesla (Flex)
All you new rap n*ggas short, I told that tiny boy to pull up and step up
Yes I'm a hellraiser, I'm in the principal's office, I'm kicking my legs up
I'm going out with a bang, I'ma die for these motherf*cking Louis V' checkers (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I put the b*tch on a stretcher
b*tch I'ma saint, dog, nasty, I f*ck yo b*tch in my sketchers (Grr)
b*tch I go ape, ball, pass it, new Glock, it hold a suppressor
Told b*tch I'm loyal and out of the pocket, she like, "Boy you cute or whatever" (Ayy)
I get the ball, I ain't pass, I shoot it, it ain't one time I'm finna pass it (Okay)
Three times, get it back, shoot it up, damn boy, you been cashin' (What else?)
Split it to the racks, two bodies on me now, that's that box crasher
[?], forces, Trae Young range, I been really blastin'
Pull up on your block, one time, two o'clock, 3AM disaster
Sunday service, baby girl, get up on your knees, I'm your new pastor
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, boy I'm going faster
Try to beef with the gang, who the f*ck is you? It don't even matter
Feel like MF DOOM, shawty tryna f*ck with my mood
Pull up no mask, I'm goon, playing them tunes
In a rent make it go vroom, look at the sky, see the moon
Kick in your motherf*cking door it go boom, boom, boom
Shawty got money, she grew up with spoons
Sleeping in late b*tch, I wake up at noon
She brought her friend, its okay, I'ma cool
f*ck a baddie b*tch, it couldn't be soon
Copped a tesla, [?]
f*cking with me with the Fruit of The Loom
Know savage, cold, flash it, do this sh*t beyond all means
Move the curtain, 6'7, tall n*gga, see behind the scenes
Whip it, work, move the curtains, see the skrrt and pop 'em like a fiend
No I, but a M, yeah, feel like Kobe, I'm the whole team
Walk 'em like a dog, shake it off, red nose pitbull
Son hold your mind, keep your cool
Standing out of line, he a fool
Click-clack, wet him like a pool
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