Lil Mosey - On em lyrics

Oh man it's the

I had to run up a check on em, a check on em
Had to put ice on to flex on em, flex on em
Poured up a four that Tek on em
The Tek on em
Had put ice direct on em, direct on em
I had to run up a check on em, a check on em
I had to run up a check on em, a check on em
I had to run up a check on em, a check on em
I had to run up a check on em, a check on em

Ay, switch lanes on these bitches
Niggas always flexin’
See me ride around the city in a black Lexus
I got bitches different cities
Lovin’ me in Texas new crib every city
I ain’t fuck that bitch relaxin'
Don’t do it too, they say "Don’t do it too"
Imagine you stay on your ground
And prove it too don’t switch up on em
If they cost you a room bread then
You break the rich on em i never swich on em
Ay, I’m wit’ a gang, yo wit’ a gang
Ay, whole team flexin’
We been flexin’ diamond Range
Ay, I’m jus’ on my Glock
I been winnin’ thot, ay
Thank you for the blessings
I be gettin’ on the top i pull it overturn
I’m backin’ it when it turn
I seen my shit take off
And they lovin’ every hour yeah, yeah
Ay, I had to run it up one time
I be with my gang so you can get it any time

I had to run up a check on em, a check on em
Had to put ice on to flex on em, flex on em
Poured up a four that Tek on em
The Tek on em
Had put ice direct on em, direct on em
I had to run up a check on em, a check on em
I had to run up a check on em, a check on em
I had to run up a check on em, a check on em
I had to run up a check on em, a check on em

Now they go and grindin’ full minute
But I’m back now
Ain’t no one inside, I’m askin’, "Niggas
Where they at now?" got it on my own
‘coz nobody spendin’ max dough
You was ‘posed to come with nigga
Toby on my back now
Imma cop a new chain on, yeah
Might go hit a new stain on, yeah
Might pull up like Gucci Mane on, yeah
Might get bread like that, ayy, yeah
Yeah, swear these niggas wood on they say
Yeah only talkin’ beef but harder than that
We ain’t in the air you now know that, yeah
Bitch you why you partyin’, in some that
Yeah I need a blue jeans
Your bitch she on me put that shit in ‘60
Like I’m fuckin’ so deep
Bitch you don’t know me i’m on my own thing
I don’t fuck with Judah
Swear I’m fuckin swervin’

I had to run up a check on em, a check on em
Had to put ice on to flex on em, flex on em
Poured up a four that Tek on em
The Tek on em
Had put ice direct on em, direct on em
I had to run up a check on em, a check on em
I had to run up a check on em, a check on em
I had to run up a check on em, a check on em
I had to run up a check on em, a check on em