"Check Out" lyrics
"Check Out"
Fatt, Fatt
Yeah
I got more dollars than followers
Bro got more hoes and clothes
We catch 'em lackin' we robbing em
Nigga better keep his pole
Nigga better see me first, he get put in the dirt on my aim and nose
When we see them niggas they froze up, cause we were 4 deep when we rolled up
Fuck that bitch so good, she left her man and put her rose up
I'mma beat the cat like it stole something
Bro got the lean, and I just poured some
I'm off beans, and clutchin' 4 guns
Talk to my demons, they say I'm low round
They say 11, I'm making em so proud
I'ma keep popping these pills till I check out
I don't wanna fuck, let me see what they made about
I never ask for no favor, hand out
I pop a pill and start driving and wrecked out
Bro get a kill, I throw a cook out
You know what it is, I walk it and whip out
I take pills, they help me get by
They used to shit on me, I was the good guy
They ain't do shit for me, I used to look out
Ayy, when I fuck up my bitch, I don't put out
Ayy like baby, come in, come and have my child
Before they say I ran, I'ma get gunned down
If they ever take me know I went out, just know I went out bustin'
I got way more dollars than followers
Went from a patty to big ass houses
Used to wake up, smelling grandma coffin
Dropped few tears, on grandma coffin
Nigga Key Money, tell him he gon' step on a opp nigga
We find out he livin', we gon' shoot out the hospital
Casey he a demon, he really dropped niggas
My history from the side with the child
Yeah, I'm having deja vu from the shit I saw
If you ain't gon' shoot, you can't get in my car
She told me, she ain't ever been with a star
I told her, "just don't let nobody find out"
I got more dollars than followers
Bro got more hoes and clothes
We catch 'em lackin' we robbing em
Nigga better keep his pole
Nigga better see me first, he get put in the dirt on my aim and nose
When we see them niggas they froze up, cause we were 4 deep when we rolled up
Fuck that bitch so good, she left her man and put her rose up
I'mma beat the cat like it stole something
Bro got the lean, and I just poured some
I'm off beans, and clutchin' 4 guns
Talk to my demons, they say I'm low round
They say 11, I'm making em so proud
I'ma keep popping these pills till I check out
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album:
"Mr. Did It By Hisself 2" (2024)
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