Lyrics:
K-pop looking motherfucker Rap Monster
Cry me a river 'till i make it go harder
Wack motherfuckers getting thrashed in the dumpster
Yo, check
I comot the competition na me dey carry league for this season
Check am
And papa God na hin be my sponsor no illuminati or heathen
Check am
Dont u
our shit don't stink
Ice by my neck so bright, watch 'em blink
[Busta Rhymes]
Okay, now I got me a clear view
I like it when you get up and I'm
I'm a motherfucking fool, cut the check
I'm a working motherfucker need a desk
I don't have a heart I don't even need a chest
I'm a mess, they be
im just like a croc
Told my mama I'm gonna cut all the bullshit make it to the top
Ain't never gonn stop
No matter the things i dey go or see things
I ain't takin no shit on my cuts
The UGK posse got the big big nuts
Yo, so who's a bold bitch?
Try to make a sale
You betta bail
Before they
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
Fresh up on the scene
I be getting right to it they can't catch up to my speed
Now they see me on the screen
Heating up baby check the steam
Said
my cup
I always tell her she my therapy, I told her it was rough
She acceptin' all my flaws, I got diamonds with the cut
I've been sufferin'
is a little thick in this room tonight
I reckon it's the result of an onslaught of separatist rookies
Overcome by this colorful sight
Talkin' so
I'm falling outta my mind, Demon me look me in my eyes
Killed the Angel on my shoulder, with a .22 Go check the price
Valium put me to sleep, dream
back up
Nike Airs comin' in by the Mack Truck
On all ten, got my motherfuckin' checks up, bitch
New style, new hairdo
New style, new hairdo
New
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
get respect
I should get sign by Nike kus I done ran me up a check
Most of ya guys ya broke
Most of these hoes a joke yeah yeah
Most my friends they
link I spank you like your mother)
(She said I'm the one it couldn't be another)
(Cutting the check, I split it with my brothers)
(I cut off my hoes,
I'm cut from a different cloth
Check out my recipe
Mixed up
With a different sauce
Spoke to myself like
Bruh
This shit gon' cost
But it's gon' hit doe
no stutter in my flow but I wrecks it
And caught you on the dillz from my jam called _Check It_
Check it check it check it check it microphone check it
on that
Long bands big checks you know I'm on that
And ill blow a couple Gs my pockets still fat
Niggas all up on me ion want him sent him right back
a madman
I'm eatin more fowls than Pac-Man
I got props, loungin by the shops
I don't need cops I bust shots with my glock
Now bitches want to see me
and punk
moody
You might get cut like a scene in a movie
(Yea, yea, Yea) I swear my life like a movie
(Yea, yea, yea) don’t bring your girl around she choosy
(Yea,
your radio, video, stereo and all that
To the vibes of the pro-Black
It's like that as I wind up my wrist
Check out the smack of the scientific fist
But
your radio, video, stereo and all that
To the vibes of the pro-Black
It's like that as I wind up my wrist
Check out the smack of the scientific fist
But
street niggaz is dyin for
Snatch your neck and the dope fiend, Golgo 13
Professionals wit no things, say no more
Check my Dogs at the Reservoir
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