Checkmate lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, game over, n*gga, checkmate
Snatch the panties off a new Range Rover, that's a sextape
You ever seen a fiend OD, had a hangover when you pressed 8?
I hear your mama cryin' her soul out, she heard you caught a case
Damn, this sh*t was hell, but then we caught a break
Just left girly OT, you should've saw her face
I just blessed her on the food, you should've saw her plate
Brodie pulled up in a Hellcat strikеr, sh*t, we oughta race

[Verse]
I just told this b*tch I'm gone, shе made a stupid face
Man, you in love, don't intertwine and don't acc*mulate
To me this b*tch done died lookin' in my eyes, we can't communicate
She think I f*cked her friend, she wished death on me, she assumin' things
I just popped the lil' Perc 30s, now I'm seein' things
A n*gga crossed that line, I let off shots, I wanna see his brains
This b*tch just walked up on me trippin', she wanna see the chain
An ape head, I love the base heads, who wanna see the 'caine?
b*tch, come and get it from me
Can't spend it all on you pot b*tches, I'm really gettin' money
I've been on the block all week, lil' girly said she want attention from me
And cuz two one in the head and watched them n*ggas 'cause they lookin' funny
I put most of my pape' off the trap, I got crooked money
Oh, and if you tryna come learn somethin', get a booklet from me
Dog would slash a twenty in the party, so he took it from him
Tell cuz throw me a brick, and watch this, "I'm finna cook it for you"
The opps be outside scary than a b*tch like they ain't stood in public
I'm finna shoot to granny house, I'm with my lil' cousin
Just wash your hands and throw an apron on, we finna cook a muffin
This b*tch harass, said meet me in the trap, we did a lil' f*ckin'
I ain't never took my strap to the gun range, but I will bust it
Yeah, I'm a good aimer
All my hoes thick and fine as sh*t, I got good flavor
When I was a kid they asked me what I wanna be, I said, "Hood mayor"
b*tch, I ain't gotta answer to nobody, I got hood paper
b*tch made a daddy life for strippin', she a good shaker
This an F&N with thirty shots, it got a real laser
I try to give her dog and fetty wap, but she a pill taker
b*tch, when I make it big, I need a crib, I'm talkin' real acre
Somethin' gotta happen
And this ain't for everybody, somebody gotta wrap it
I'm tryna sell this last brick, somebody gotta grab it
I got a hundred shots inside my chop, somebody gotta have it
I'm finna let 'em have it
Bro been robbin' n*ggas all week, he fell in love with Gadget
I said, "f*ck school", I'm just tryna get some cheese, so I was failin' classes
And I listen when they speak, so I'm above the average
I stood tall, the people want me off my feet, they tried a bunch of tactics
I was goin' off, coach threw me in the game, but I had no practice
Hmm, why this n*gga say somethin' sick? He got his nose shattered
You n*ggas in the bottom tier, y'all ain't got no bracket
Hmm, I'm in the crib countin' up pape', I'm just alone rappin'
[Chorus]
Yeah, game over, n*gga, checkmate
Snatch the panties off a new Range Rover, that's a sextape
You ever seen a fiend OD, had a hangover when you pressed 8?
I hear your mama cryin' her soul out, she heard you caught a case
Damn, this sh*t was hell, but then we caught a break
Just left girly OT, you should've saw her face
I just blessed her on the food, you should've saw her plate
Brodie pulled up in a Hellcat striker, sh*t, we oughta race