Check Yo Self lyrics

[Intro]
Production by Cricet

[Verse 1: Sporty Gotti]
Yo, I'm poppin' the proposition, what this here gon' be?
Hustle over everything, b*tch, that's H-O-E
Say run my feed like, hey now, hey, say that's me
Conversation applied properly, that's C-A-P (Chiggy check)
Got a snow bunny for show money that go for me
It ain't no money like ho money, fo' sho', dummy
Broke n*ggas, you look funny and dress bummy
I'm a loc, I came up in the game off dope money (Chiggy check)
I campaign with cold game with no shame
I'm no lame, I blow flames at propane
I'm so fly, I'm so high, this soul plane
Got a Glock 9, cut on jam, he go bang (Chiggy check)
I done pulled muscles tryna move a safе
I ran through bands just hopin' I ain't lose the case
Ran fadеs in the county, had to bruise his face
Stuck in the cell, thinkin', "Damn, I got moves to make" (Chiggy check)
I don't romance and hold hands, I'm 'bout bands
I go ham, I weigh grams, I make plans
304 with pink toes and no pants
Slang clit and bust tricks with no hands (Chiggy check)
Deuce-deuce, I will shoot, the sh*t filthy
Probably have to trade or sell it for 150
We can run a fade on gang, don't f*ck with me
Fresh up out the county, your b*tch gon' come get me (Chiggy check)
She been on my line, real pretty in the face
Short hair, brown skin, real thick at the waist
I ran her that game, had to put the b*tch in place
She was movin' too fast, told her, "Hurry up and wait" (Chiggy check) On God, told that b*tch, "Hurry up and wait"
It's some rules to the ism, couple moves we gotta make
I knocked a couple b*tches, they was choosin' outta state
Up early with the ism, n*ggas late (Chiggy check)
[Verse 2: Suga Free]
Hit the play button
Pimp God said, "Ho must be in pocket at all times
b*tch ain't supposed to say nothin'"
Suga Free givin' you the blues, n*gga
If I know this b*tch like I think I do
She ain't remember nothin' but you shoes (Chiggy check)
Funky worm the ho
Create a b*tch and said, "How long was it when we did that dinosaur?"
I say about thirteen perms ago
She's a don't gun
b*tch, you can't give no n*gga no pus*y that don't want none (Chiggy check)
Now you can't size me up
If you tell a b*tch you gon' do somethin', do it or she gon' try you up
It's like a mirage page
Y'all n*ggas still tryna figure these dumb b*tches out?
These b*tches don't even appreciate what God did (Chiggy check)
My name Lattice
n*gga, this b*tch don't want you or nothin' you got
n*gga, she want your status
Tattoo, and she pinched me quick
She was a bad mother, said, "Who she belong to?"
They said Mitchy Slick

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