Nike Check lyrics

[Intro]
Okay
(Zekaj)
Le'go

[Chorus]
sh*t on these n*ggas, what I do
Spent a dub on my grills, that's a thousand each tooth
Got this big ass pinky ring, I spent a dub on it too
It ain't even been two weeks, and went and bought a brand new coupe
I made a 30K this mornin', and I ain't even leave the house
All my pockets like BM, b*tch, I got big racks, yeah, they fat
Stretch that boy, and take it all, we call that sh*t pocket change
My whole gang just gon' do it, like the motherf*ckin' Nike check

[Verse 1]
I got bands in my motherf*ckin' pocket
They tryna take my picture, paper falling, bankroll sloppy
I put the racks in rubber bands, 'causе they won't fold in a wallet
b*tch, I'm big Donafizzo, you can't find no n*gga hotter
I just nuttеd in her mouth, she say my di*k taste like Oreos
Have you ever seen a Benz coupe? Pull up with some Lambo' doors
We pull up, take your life away, I promise won't nobody know
Then dump that lil' boy body in the woods, be where no one goes
I'm a cold heart gangster, black and dreaded, but I ain't Haitian
My lil' demons kidnap babies, so homeboy, watch that sh*t you sayin'
Run up, try me, look who's spraying
We shoot the kid, don't do no blanking
I've been gettin' in lately, all my pockets stuffed with a dub so that
[Chorus]
sh*t on these n*ggas, what I do
Spent a dub on my grills, that's a thousand each tooth
Got this big ass pinky ring, I spent a dub on it too
It ain't even been two weeks, and went and bought a brand new coupe
I made a 30K this mornin', and I ain't even leave the house
All my pockets like BM, b*tch, I got big racks, yeah, they fat
Stretch that boy, and take it all, we call that sh*t pocket change
My whole gang just gon' do it, like the motherf*ckin' Nike check

[Verse 2]
Broke boy, where your bag at? Where your bag at?
pus*y, where your bag at? Where your bag at?
Broke boy, I got big racks, I got big racks
I got big racks, broke boy, I got big racks
Heard you was a rat rat, gang, don't accept that
Cuz shot you, you ain't bust back, you ain't do nun' back
Gang caught him, left him sh*tty, you feel that
I told you b*tches, don't play with my Crippin' you dig that
C, 43, cool, I lost my ceiling
You get your life took, put me in your mentions (Don't do that, pus*y)
40K, spent on this Paper Route pendant (Taliban)
And plus, I'm caked up for life, 'long as they print it, my bankroll in it

[Chorus]
sh*t on these n*ggas, what I do
Spent a dub on my grills, that's a thousand each tooth
Got this big ass pinky ring, I spent a dub on it too
It ain't even been two weeks, and went and bought a brand new coupe
I made a 30K this mornin', and I ain't even leave the house
All my pockets like BM, b*tch, I got big racks, yeah, they fat
Stretch that boy, and take it all, we call that sh*t pocket change
My whole gang just gon' do it, like the motherf*ckin' Nike check
[Outro]
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