Check please
So I can put my dickhead where her neck be
Becky
Say she want some diamonds on her neck piece
Bless me
Connect the dot wit my nut that's a spectacle
Eskimo
How I'm cold the heater 3 8 special
Wrestle
Wit my mental got my shit in shambles
Rambling like veterans
Something bout the flexin
Prolly learn some lessons
About money extensions
Crystal clear vision
Find a pot to piss in
Wait what am I missing
Oh I got it
Art of flipping
No more simpin
Keep on pimpin
Tote a pippen
They be trippin
Nigga lippin
Fronto hittin
Smoke gelato
Hit de lotto
Crack a bottle
Cross her head
She sloppy model
Wit my m&m's
Waste slim
Soul shady
Ass up
Cuz I'm lazy
See more crack than the damn 80's
These retired plays
I call em Tracy mcgrady
Zone is 40 go 80
Windows down my shit blastin
I'm sorry it's just a habit
I got it cuz I can't have it
They mad cuz my hair too nappy
Maybe cuz I'm too happy
10 toes down just like a slappy
I'm sorry but I can't help it
Off Percs know you can't feel it
Mental wounded can't heal it
Got the tea and can't spill it
Because there's too many villains
Sellin out for quick millions
Mobbin deep like Cecelian
Eye spy 12 I'm civilian
They got beef I'm not grillin
Posted up I be chillin
I'm from earth call me Dylan
Keep ya nose out my business
You never see me inside traffic
Because I'm gellin like mcgellin
And I'm super chef selling
Gas like my real name is chevron
Late night plays my last name Fallon
Hit me up supply the gallons
Cameras on my niggas wylin
Dancin on tables
Come hold yo horses be stable
And disregard all the labels
Because they all tellin fables
They making noose out a cables
My lyrics make em unstable
I do not mean to enable
But gimme paper like staple
No hook
For the kids
No hook
Loose ya lids
No hook
Get a grip
No hook
Life a bitch
Beat I just gave it a halo
Bitch I be drippin da faygo
Rich homies now we can lay lo
Snitch homies all on yo payroll
Uh
Move like a wolf out here and what
Mike jones floss out here and what
Say I need a cross out here and what
Can't nobody wash these sins so what
Walkin down the long road
So what I'm in my zone
Storm insida my dome
Wave you tryna hop on
Hurry for the stock come
Hurry you can't stop none
Hurry catchin stockholm
Syndrome I'm gone
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Check please
So I can put my dickhead where her neck be
Becky
Say she want some diamonds on her neck piece
Bless me
Connect the dot wit my nut that's a spectacle
Eskimo
How I'm cold the heater 3 8 special
Wrestle
Wit my mental got my shit in shambles
Rambling like veterans
Something bout the flexin
Prolly learn some lessons
About money extensions
Crystal clear vision
Find a pot to piss in
Wait what am I missing
Oh I got it
Art of flipping
No more simpin
Keep on pimpin
Tote a pippen
They be trippin
Nigga lippin
Fronto hittin
Smoke gelato
Hit de lotto
Crack a bottle
Cross her head
She sloppy model
Wit my m&m's
Waste slim
Soul shady
Ass up
Cuz I'm lazy
See more crack than the damn 80's
These retired plays
I call em Tracy mcgrady
Zone is 40 go 80
Windows down my shit blastin
I'm sorry it's just a habit
I got it cuz I can't have it
They mad cuz my hair too nappy
Maybe cuz I'm too happy
10 toes down just like a slappy
I'm sorry but I can't help it
Off Percs know you can't feel it
Mental wounded can't heal it
Got the tea and can't spill it
Because there's too many villains
Sellin out for quick millions
Mobbin deep like Cecelian
Eye spy 12 I'm civilian
They got beef I'm not grillin
Posted up I be chillin
I'm from earth call me Dylan
Keep ya nose out my business
You never see me inside traffic
Because I'm gellin like mcgellin
And I'm super chef selling
Gas like my real name is chevron
Late night plays my last name Fallon
Hit me up supply the gallons
Cameras on my niggas wylin
Dancin on tables
Come hold yo horses be stable
And disregard all the labels
Because they all tellin fables
They making noose out a cables
My lyrics make em unstable
I do not mean to enable
But gimme paper like staple
No hook
For the kids
No hook
Loose ya lids
No hook
Get a grip
No hook
Life a bitch
Beat I just gave it a halo
Bitch I be drippin da faygo
Rich homies now we can lay lo
Snitch homies all on yo payroll
Uh
Move like a wolf out here and what
Mike jones floss out here and what
Say I need a cross out here and what
Can't nobody wash these sins so what
Walkin down the long road
So what I'm in my zone
Storm insida my dome
Wave you tryna hop on
Hurry for the stock come
Hurry you can't stop none
Hurry catchin stockholm
Syndrome I'm gone
So I can put my dickhead where her neck be
Becky
Say she want some diamonds on her neck piece
Bless me
Connect the dot wit my nut that's a spectacle
Eskimo
How I'm cold the heater 3 8 special
Wrestle
Wit my mental got my shit in shambles
Rambling like veterans
Something bout the flexin
Prolly learn some lessons
About money extensions
Crystal clear vision
Find a pot to piss in
Wait what am I missing
Oh I got it
Art of flipping
No more simpin
Keep on pimpin
Tote a pippen
They be trippin
Nigga lippin
Fronto hittin
Smoke gelato
Hit de lotto
Crack a bottle
Cross her head
She sloppy model
Wit my m&m's
Waste slim
Soul shady
Ass up
Cuz I'm lazy
See more crack than the damn 80's
These retired plays
I call em Tracy mcgrady
Zone is 40 go 80
Windows down my shit blastin
I'm sorry it's just a habit
I got it cuz I can't have it
They mad cuz my hair too nappy
Maybe cuz I'm too happy
10 toes down just like a slappy
I'm sorry but I can't help it
Off Percs know you can't feel it
Mental wounded can't heal it
Got the tea and can't spill it
Because there's too many villains
Sellin out for quick millions
Mobbin deep like Cecelian
Eye spy 12 I'm civilian
They got beef I'm not grillin
Posted up I be chillin
I'm from earth call me Dylan
Keep ya nose out my business
You never see me inside traffic
Because I'm gellin like mcgellin
And I'm super chef selling
Gas like my real name is chevron
Late night plays my last name Fallon
Hit me up supply the gallons
Cameras on my niggas wylin
Dancin on tables
Come hold yo horses be stable
And disregard all the labels
Because they all tellin fables
They making noose out a cables
My lyrics make em unstable
I do not mean to enable
But gimme paper like staple
No hook
For the kids
No hook
Loose ya lids
No hook
Get a grip
No hook
Life a bitch
Beat I just gave it a halo
Bitch I be drippin da faygo
Rich homies now we can lay lo
Snitch homies all on yo payroll
Uh
Move like a wolf out here and what
Mike jones floss out here and what
Say I need a cross out here and what
Can't nobody wash these sins so what
Walkin down the long road
So what I'm in my zone
Storm insida my dome
Wave you tryna hop on
Hurry for the stock come
Hurry you can't stop none
Hurry catchin stockholm
Syndrome I'm gone
Writer: Hilton Briggs Jr
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