Check Me Out lyrics

[Intro: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
(R-R-Run that b*tch, Chico)
Yeah, all that f*ckin' dissin'
I'm the type to make them boys jump out your bushes with a .60 (Grr)

[Chorus: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
Yeah, contract killers, put on they wig and clear the business (Ah)
I'm internet trollin' goin' back and forth, yeah, with these n*ggas (b*tch ass n*ggas, man)
That's 'cause I need a cover to get blogs up out my business (Damn)
They hit my DM tryna get me to meet with Akademiks (You know I ain't on that)
Give a f*ck about that chain and ring, they gang gon' feel that mop (Ha, bah, bah)
On the phone with these n*ggas, I was tryna get they f*ckin' drops (Ah, these n*ggas drops)
I DM one these n*gga's hoes, I'm tryna see if the b*tch go
They can cancel all thеy shows, I'ma get his b*tch to wipe his nose (Slatt)
Do y'all how hе did me, make yo whole gang get on that camera and strike a pose
And my robbers cliquin' up, it's good, heard they losin' on score (Grr)
Yeah, punched him in his sh*t, he was 'posed to get his stick and blow (Boo, boo, bah)
You can keep that jewelry, my n*gga, I'ma make sum' hit the floor (Facts)
I'ma make sum' hit the floor, them .223's gon' make him choke (Them facts, them facts, them facts)

[Verse: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
Look, check me out, lil' daddy
I don't want that jewelry back, I'ma put them creatures in a f*ckin' hot car (f*ckin' hot car, n*gga)
If I wasn't one deep and I had my killers with me I would've said, "It was my fault" (Facts)
I'm sayin' like if a n*gga would've punched me in my sh*t, then my n*ggas would've offed him (Bah)
Yeah, f*ck your people but I'm generous, n*gga would've found him in a coffin (Hmm)
Man, get y'all big dawgs out of my DM's, doin' all that motherf*ckin' talkin' (All that motherf*ckin' talkin', man)
Too late to squash it, I'm stealin' n*ggas out there to go do the stalkin'
I'm a child of God but the devil talkin' to me, baby, to flip them crosses
I'm off pills and my n*ggas in the fields, seein' brains, gettin' nauseous (Uh)
Yeah, yeah, I got a bald spot on my head, I think I need me a new hat (Hat, hat, hat, hat, hat)
Give a f*ck, I'm creepin up, sayin' they tryna f*ck with that (Yeah)
Give a f*ck about they killers, get they drops and we gon' switch 'em
Said they got them Drac's with banana clips, bet we still peel 'em (Huh?)
I'm a f*ckin' soldier, mama, I'ma make them n*ggas feel me (Feel me man, you know how we do it man, you better than that)
All my people about drama, y'all done started sum' serious
Tell the judge I’m just a rapper, don't take these lyrics serious (Believe it man, don't take none of this serious man, this all, this all for entertainment)
[Chorus: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
Yeah, contract killers, put on they wig and clear the business (Grr)
I'm internet trollin' goin' back and forth, yeah, with these n*ggas (These b*tch ass n*ggas, man)
That's 'cause I need a cover to get blogs up out my business
They hit my DM tryna get me to meet with Akademiks (I ain't meetin' with Akademiks, man)
Give a f*ck about that chain and ring, they gang gon' feel that mop (Ha)
On the phone with these n*ggas, I was tryna get they f*ckin' drops (Ooh, and if I get that f*ckin' drop)
I DM one these n*gga's hoes, I'm tryna see if the b*tch go
They can cancel all they shows, I'ma get his b*tch to wipe his nose
Do y'all how he did me, make yo whole gang get on that camera and strike a pose
And my robbers cliquin' up, it's good, heard they losin' on score
Yeah, punched him in his sh*t, he was 'posed to get his stick and blow (Blow, blow)
You can keep that jewelry, my n*gga, I'ma make sum' hit the floor (Ha)
I'ma make sum' hit the floor, them .223's gon' make him choke (Brr)

[Outro: NBG FATTY]
And these b*tches got a lot of switches on the back of these b*tches, man
Stop all that f*ckin' Instagram ass trollin', man, that Twitter ass sh*t, man
Man, we don't even got that f*ckin' social media, man
f*ck, man
At the end of the day, whole lotta ninja move, slice one of these b*tches neck off, hrr