Check It.
(Call my phone)
(Call my phone)
(Call my phone)
(Call my phone)
Eyy
Run it up
Check it
This ain't a credit
Iss Debit
Ain't been in Stu inna minute
You know that we bout to get it
Wax on
Wax off
Wax on
Like Master Miyagi
I'm goin in
Please no body stop me
I'm bout kill it
These bodies be droppin
This shit is spooky
It soundin like Hoppsin
I'm making music
And I'm raking the profit
She want the D
Now she tellin me stop it
All of deez rappers been acting real sloppy
Now Jay came with the game change
We been making money
Everyday is pay day
Keep it on the low
Don't say a damn thing
Big fat booty
With a thin G-string
Floating like a butterfly
With a bee sting
When END. droppin
Mind yo fvcking beezness
We been real quiet
Cause we gratting cheeses
When she give me head
I be thanking Jesus
(I be thanking Jesus)
Eyy
Run it up
Check it
This ain't a credit
Iss Debit
Ain't been in Stu inna minute
You know that we bout to get it
Check
Guess who's back in the studio
Cooking up La Flame
While I'm sipping Don Julio
Building up a strategy
Like I been playing Yu-Gi- Yho
Came in with the realest flow
This ain't for beginners though
Make yo body freeze
Like mafvcken Eskimo
This ain't chess
Iss checkers hoe
All my raps perfecto bro
All you niggas lacking though
That's unacceptable
Cause my raps is delectable
Rapping like a professional