Check Up lyrics

[Intro]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)

[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Jucee Froot]
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sh*t, n*gga shut up
When I walk in the room, n*ggas get up
Only f*ck wit’ rich n*ggas, get your check up
I’ll wipe a n*gga nose, don’t act tough
Watch any pus*y ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
n*ggas sayin’ I’m a meal then eat up
Ho, I’m blowin’ good loud, no speaker
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sh*t, n*gga shut up
When I walk in the room, n*ggas get up
Only f*ck wit’ rich n*ggas, get your check up
I’ll wipe a n*gga nose, don’t act tough
Watch any pus*y ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
n*ggas sayin’ I’m a meal then eat up
Ho, I’m blowin’ good loud, no speaker

[Verse 1: Saucy Santana]
I don’t think you really want this pressure
God forgives, I don’t, I hope he bless ya (Thank you Lord)
You don’t know none b*tch more fresher
Talkin’ sh*t, gon’ put you on a stretcher
Lil’ b*tch I be bringin’ the heat
You better stop playin’ with me
Santana only move for a fee
That sh*t you be talkin’ is cheap
Doggin’ n*ggas out, no fleas
Make him drop the keys to the G (Wagon)
More spendin’, less talkin’, capeesh?
Blow his mind, got a n*gga like “Sheesh”
Green light, n*gga stay on go
My whole crew ‘bout that extra for sure
Known to wipe a n*gga nose
Santana sittin’ down ten toes
[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Jucee Froot]
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sh*t, n*gga shut up
When I walk in the room, n*ggas get up
Only f*ck wit’ rich n*ggas, get your check up
I’ll wipe a n*gga nose, don’t act tough
Watch any pus*y ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
n*ggas sayin’ I’m a meal then eat up
Ho, I’m blowin’ good loud, no speaker
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sh*t, n*gga shut up
When I walk in the room, n*ggas get up
Only f*ck wit’ rich n*ggas, get your check up
I’ll wipe a n*gga nose, don’t act tough
Watch any pus*y ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
n*ggas sayin’ I’m a meal then eat up
Ho, I’m blowin’ good loud, no speaker

[Verse 2: Jucee Froot]
I’m talkin’ my sh*t and I back it up
Got the Glock for a ho, they be actin’ tough
That ass fat, say he want me to back it up
I might f*ck for some racks or a bag or somethin’
Walk up in this b*tch feelin’ like Saucy
I might walk him if he try to dog me
You ain’t servin’ Santana so pardon me (Santana)
Bad as f*ck like God ain’t a part of me (Nah)
b*tches still ride around without a medic
Ain’t no time you gon’ catch me lackin’
Hotel, told that hoe to drop an addy
I’ma get the b*tch wet like my Patek
Spit fire, flow hot like dragon
b*tch, I get ‘bout twenty on the backend
Put wngs on the coupe, call it Batman
Ho ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sh*t if she don’t at me
[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Jucee Froot]
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sh*t, n*gga shut up
When I walk in the room, n*ggas get up
Only f*ck wit’ rich n*ggas, get your check up
I’ll wipe a n*gga nose, don’t act tough
Watch any pus*y ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
n*ggas sayin’ I’m a meal then eat up
Ho, I’m blowin’ good loud, no speaker
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sh*t, n*gga shut up
When I walk in the room, n*ggas get up
Only f*ck wit’ rich n*ggas, get your check up
I’ll wipe a n*gga nose, don’t act tough
Watch any pus*y ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
n*ggas sayin’ I’m a meal then eat up
Ho, I’m blowin’ good loud, no speaker

[Outro]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)