Lyrics:
me go hyphy on a nigga, it's the crew (what)
Never catch us with our hands out, only bands out
See us comin', pull 'em cams out, ch ch cheese (thank
Triple B's, we global
Yeah
Everywhere I go
I'ma ball (I'ma ball)
I just, I just, I just want it all (I do)
I had to go get the check (check
or a rumor, I'm finna spread
Somebody said
Some musical rhythms can fuck wit' ya head
I don't really know but
Somebody said? fuck wit ya head!
Check it out
really make me fall asleep
I can never miss a day like im Mr. Drzal
Wait please mom dont check the parent portal
Its the class of 18 we just showin
On the air- Hello?
Caller: Yes, hello?
DJ: Yes?
Caller: Ah, I've seen these guys - I saw them warm up for the
Beastie Boys last year
DJ: How were
How my life been it ain't clear
How my shit drive with no key
Reason why I'm living solo
All my boys we stay low key
To get the bag
Now I got the bag
face
Turning out without a doubt
Make no mistake, Queens is in the house
Yeah, check it out
Ch-check it out
top me good it's on to the next, whoa (let's go)
Huh, everybody with me got them sticks out (sticks out)
Never lackin' boy you know we got them
one two check it, I'm as Def as a Leppard
It could be, it should be, it is? Holy cow!
I'm grand slamming slamming like the ?common Billy section?
Not
emotional?
Well fuck it, I'm the one to blame then
So earlier I was like, "Where Cass' at?"
CoVID-19, I was tryin' to check his
Temp' before he came in
Niggas
goodbye
Told myself, man go out & go get it
Ain't nobody finna give u a check
Other half want it all on my neck
One half wanna open a business
Shit I'm
leave without it (I can't leave without it)
I keep a stick for the war (stick)
Checks I deposit (checks I deposit)
Money just stick with the boy
Lot
Kick it!
I gave props to the Beastie Boys while we were making out,
It was my favorite song by them.
You told me I do not care,
I promise you that "I
out to the Springbok warriors we got your back as julle ooit geworry is
Ah, ah, ah, ah, check it, check it, check it, check it yo
This goes out
Khop (The curse, the curse)
Check this out, you owe a nigga somethin man
Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching)
Do the math baby, do the math
mon whip
J'pense qu'j'ai perdu mon stash
Risky fucking business when it comes to blow
Check le comme il faut, est-ce que le gars y vaut la peine du
got me living lavish
Check out how the pace has shifted
An I'm fuckin savage on the beat I make Cheese WHAT
What's a rat to a snake please can you tell
to listen getting high
They move it hooray
Another dope boy wannabe
All in the club talking back
Wha' wha' what what they got
Pull out the club on 26's
Ch-ch-check the blogs, what you gon' see?
Everybody talk about Flynt Flossy
Is he real? He can't rap
Take that back, I rip all tracks
And some blogs
stop she
I going out later just to try top she
ch call up meh boy and ask where we pumping
Wah get on real bad doh bring no brunch ting
Me doh wah
really awake
I realized then what I could do
I just check out the scene
From a whole new view
It wasn't hard, you see
It didn't take much time
I started
Illy, and it's all off G.P.s and a PG walk by, beep-beep
Need a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a Jeep
She taught by Weezy F
We be the best, truly
face
Turning out without a doubt
Make no mistake, Queens is in the house
Yeah, check it out
Ch-check it out
Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more
In the headphones for me
Check it out
You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby
Sendin' this out to my
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