Lil Uzi Vert, Meek Mill - Fuck That Check Up lyrics

Lil Uzi Vert [Symere Woods]

[Lil Uzi Vert, Meek Mill - Fuck That Check Up lyrics]

Lil' fish, yeah
If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe
We ain't gon' save you either ha ha hah

Bad lil thottie, she got bodies
I'm on perkies, she on molly
Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali
Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
I'm 'bout to pull out that V12
I'ma shit on these niggas like Ezal
Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt
With the money, I know she don't mean well
Niggas running their mouth like they females
When you winning
They only wan' see you fail
When you winning
They only wan' see you lose
Niggas is stealing
I can't let 'em see my moves
Wait, ha ha, selling that cocaina (white)
Started off selling that crack rock
(crack rock) now we sell out arenas (lit)
White boys say I'm genius
White girls say I'm gnarly
Did 30 bandz in Neimans
Now we 20 grand at Barney's
Ever put a pop bitch on the block list
I don't pop shit
Cause I got shit, in the drop six
With a thot bitch, whole squad lit
Heard your new shit, that is not it
Whole gang with me on some mob shit
He ain't talkin' money then it's nonsense
Bran got the gas, you are not lit, no way

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin' rich and these niggas sick
They need a check up (they need a check up)
I'm so lit
I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
(soon as I met her)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
(young nigga, young nigga)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
Light my wrist and my neck up (woah, woah)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
(fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

Ha, yeah
Back in this bitch and we litty again
I'm 'bout to land in the city again
She with the gang, he tripping again
He like, "You out with that nigga again?"
She gettin' cocky like
"yeah I'm with him"
Five bands, Gucci coat, rock it once
I'll never wear it again, no

(Huh, yeah) Gucci swag so relaxed
Louis bag with the hat, Uzi Vert with the mac
Damn, thought I wasn't
Fuck you then hit your cousin
All hunnit's, don't want no twenty
Stop hatin', fuck nigga get money
Fuck your bitch, hit it once
Ain't my type, give her back, uh
My Rarri, no keys like vroom
My car don't got room
Yeah, I put all of them guap in the front
Yeah, my engine in the back
Little nigga we don't talk about nothing
If that shit not 'bout the racks
Don't call my phone, don't leave no message
But that girl was swerving me
Diamonds emergency better hit 911
Up all night, don't rest much
Spent two hunnid put the rest up
Young nigga fuck that check up
Young nigga fuck that check up

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up (they need a check up)
I'm so lit
I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
(soon as I met her)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
(young nigga, young nigga)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
Light my wrist and my neck up (woah, woah)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
(fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

Uh, my old bitch, yo' new bitch
She wanna vibe like Q Tip
She get tagged like you it
Nigga said he wanna fade me, we ran into him
He ain't wan' do shit
I don't care what he sayin'
We ain't playin'
We just came to shoot shit
Yeah, run up them racks
(run it up, run it up)
I'm gettin' back (run it up, run it up)
Niggas be tweetin' (niggas be tweetin')
They gettin' smacked
Bitches be screenshottin'
Tell 'em to hit me on Snap
She hit me back, oh Lord
She gettin' clapped
Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando
Air mattress
Going HAM-o, poppin' cash shit
Bape camo with the masses
Dirty young bull living lavish
Gets yo' mans up, go to Paris
20 grand up when the tab hit
You can tell we ain't never had shit, no way

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up (they need a check up)
I'm so lit
I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
(soon as I met her)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
(young nigga, young nigga)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
Light my wrist and my neck up (woah, woah)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
(fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

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