Check Up

[Intro:] It’s for all my niggas getting that check up Put your motherfucking hoods up I wanna see your motherfucking hoods up Nigga lets ride out To all my niggas getting that check up Nigga let’s roll nigga [Verse 1:] In my project, we come up hard Serving, working and building cards Fuck cleaning pussy boy But ain’t nothing in that pussy boy Flip the pack, make it stack Make it last Make it move Been seen to much Fuck nigga, I ain’t afraid of you Work off the streets, teenagers payed on a cool You ain’t taking nothing I got, old school I got k’s for you Stack my dollars Keep it silent Mind my damn business Hundred fifty fucking twenties in my tanned dickies My nigga keep a bad bitch She keep them grands with me That’s my nigga there Pass that future G All I know is hustle, bustle Boosie play to win God made them leave me alone They lay again I hustle hard Hustle hard to get the things I got You think I’m playing but I’m not Look at this chain and watch Don’t wanna step on nobody toe Don’t want no drama Nigga I just want the money Money by the pound [Chorus:] Young nigga can you check up [x5] (Check up echos) [Verse 2:] I’m a young nigga getting all check up But no I ain’t talking bout the physical, really though Zero to a motherfucking milli, go get it Rule too smooth like a criminal Your pussy is for dead and pitiful Stepping through the city on my tippy toe And I came a long way from a shag bottom tracks With the pro wing shoes and the tilico, really though Running my bands Running through, running through bands Soon as they touching my hands Bumpers and grind Stacks stuffed up in my pants Too much money for fans Couple a bitch But me a be fuckng a bitch Plus I’m in love with her heads She told me she love me I told her shut up, she lying How you in love with a brick She know I got my check up There’s baby mamma on my dick She wanna get her neck up She know her nigga next up Finest and I be and I be flexed up Fuck she don’t impress us All these ladies and these carrots Imma silent when I dress up [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Niggas sit down When I tell you get down Now get down Purple drink to wash the shit down Every leak gonna sneak I run the streets in my pleats Freaks in my suits and they vary by the week Am rich now Snash a nigga bitch now They go big dog That’s what they say in all my pictures Lately I’ve been writing scriptures With the switches, it’s official Then you hitch on 14 inches on you bitches Ridiculous, ridiculous My neck piece the sickest I always tucking in for I get ignorant The business, the business Young tall bridges I got coke and white bitches It’s a difference when you give in [Chorus]