DC The Don - Check Up lyrics

Lets go gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Don't tell me how to live, just sit back
Watch how a young nigga flex up (Okay)
Shawty on my dick so motherfucking much
That a grown ass nigga come and catch up
(Goddamn) nigga too goddamn sick
Need to go to the doctor and
Get me a check up (Ew)
And I'm too goddamn rich, I'ma fuck around
Pay a new bitch school semester
I call up Johnny
I told him I'm tryna matte black my new Tesla
(Flex) all you new rap niggas short
I told that tiny boy to pull up and step up
Yes I'm a hellraiser, I'm
In the principal's office
I'm kicking my legs up
I'm going out with a bang
I'ma die for these motherfucking
Louis V' checkers (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I put the bitch on a stretcher
Bitch I'ma saint, dog, nasty
I fuck yo bitch in my sketchers (Grr)
Bitch I go ape, ball, pass it, new Glock
It hold a suppressor
Told bitch I'm loyal and out
Of the pocket, she like
"Boy you cute or whatever" (Ayy)
I get the ball, I ain't pass, I shoot it
It ain't one time I'm finna pass it (Okay)
Three times, get it back, shoot
It up, damn boy, you been cashin'
(What else?)
Split it to the racks, two bodies on me now
That's that box crasher
Forces, Trae Young range
I been really blastin'
Pull up on your block, one time, two o'clock
3AM disaster sunday service, baby girl, get
Up on your knees, i'm your new pastor
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Boy I'm going faster
Try to beef with the gang
Who the fuck is you? It don't even matter
Feel like MF DOOM
Shawty tryna fuck with my mood
Pull up no mask, I'm goon, playing them tunes
In a rent make it go vroom, look at the sky
See the moon kick in your motherfucking door
It go boom, boom, boom
Shawty got money, she grew up with spoons
Sleeping in late bitch, I wake up at noon
She brought her friend, it's okay, I'ma cool
Fuck a baddie bitch, it couldn't be soon
Copped a tesla
Fucking with me with the Fruit of The Loom
Know savage, cold, flash it
Do this shit beyond all means
Move the curtain, 6'7, tall nigga
See behind the scenes
Whip it, work, move the curtains
See the skrrt and pop 'em like a fiend
No I, but a M, yeah, feel like Kobe
I'm the whole team
Walk 'em like a dog, shake it off
Red nose pitbull
Son hold your mind, keep your cool
Standing out of line, he a fool
Click-clack, wet him like a pool