Checklist lyrics

[Intro: Fat Trel]
Zaytoven
Whoa
Hahahah

[Chorus: Fat Trel & Shy Glizzy]
Junkies act like they be smoking weedies for breakfast
38 my pistol, all I need was [?]
[?] you know my n*ggas, we wreckless
That money and that power, maybe n*ggas respect us
My b*tch just say I'm stunting, I just killed him for bluffing
The kitchen whipping chickens, I'm legit with the stuffing
Ain't no cuffing, ain't no fussing, [?]
I dawged the little b*tch, then [?] my checklist

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
My b*tch just say I'm wreckless, killed the b*tch for my necklace
I'm so extra special, I regret when I met you
[?] green beans, [?]
Red green lean, I'm a pour up [?]
Now ever since [?] I felt like [?]
Dirty up the pot, I put the pot in my swisher
Ask me how I f*cked your b*tch, I got I got her with liquor
I count up the figures, 'cause my issue was [?]
[?] think I come from the south
Kill you just for flexing, put this gun in your mouth
Them n*ggas say they working, why they throw in the towl?
Them oppers broke as sh*t, [?] walk for a mile
[Chorus: Fat Trel & Shy Glizzy]
Junkies act like they be smoking weedies for breakfast
38 my pistol, all I need was [?]
[?] you know my n*ggas, we wreckless
That money and that power, maybe n*ggas respect us
My b*tch just say I'm stunting, I just killed him for bluffing
The kitchen whipping chickens, I'm legit with the stuffing
Ain't no cuffing, ain't no fussing, [?]
I dawged the little b*tch, then [?] my checklist

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
If you ain't a real n*gga, hell na, we can't hang
Might hit you with this Glizzy, b*tch, that's word to my name
[?] in the hood, b*tch, I be rocking my chains
That money that [?] we pop at your brains
He chopping all the time, and he rock all that designer
[?] Black China
Put his ass on a shirt, don't give f*cks 'bout no minor
b*tch, you know who got the work, now get your ass on [?]
Let's go, I'm the sh*t
I'm slick like I'm Rick
[?]
[?] b*tches on my di*k
[?] b*tch, I'm rich
[?] them bricks
You can try it if you want, we [?]
[Chorus: Fat Trel & Shy Glizzy]
Junkies act like they be smoking weedies for breakfast
38 my pistol, all I need was [?]
[?] you know my n*ggas, we wreckless
That money and that power, maybe n*ggas respect us
My b*tch just say I'm stunting, I just killed him for bluffing
The kitchen whipping chickens, I'm legit with the stuffing
Ain't no cuffing, ain't no fussing, [?]
I dawged the little b*tch, then [?] my checklist