Since99 - Background Check lyrics
[Since99 - Background Check lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma need a background check on you, buddy
I ain't playin' no games no more
Seen a lot of 99 clones in these streets
Motherfucker
Yeah, I need a background check (What?)
Uh, everybody got a pass but go
'head and give me a sec'
I swear to God that bitch a part of
Al-Qaeda the way that she comin' for necks
Letting the choppa sing like
It's Flo Rida now, we gotta hop on a jet
Takin' a flight down to ATL
Shootin' a movie with Trill, that's a bet
Instead I be lookin' like Tom Hanks' son
Chet you ain't even really seen none, yet
You ain't even really got a gun, yet
Buyin' Chrome Hearts but he still in debt
Straight to the chin, I ain't talkin' no clef
Zero to five figures like the Jets
I go zero to five hundred like a vet
Like I'm Le'Veon Bell, I'm runnin' up a check
I got thirty on me, I don't play for the Nets
I be tearing down her
Walls like I'm renovating
Walked up in Saks and he was hyperventilating
He saw the price, his paper disintegrated
He talkin' on Twitter
But I do not do debating
I'm in the field making
Plays like Budda Baker
Bro, the Clippers now his hair
Line up on the Lakers
She fuckin' with rappers
I don't really wanna take her
I'm servin' them bars
I ain't talkin' 'bout quaker
My diamonds attack, I told 'em get back
I'm sippin' on Tris, it used to be yak
I'm settin' a blitz, I need me a sack
So why you be talkin' that kizzy and cap?
You fuckin' with weird hoes, Carol Bask'
You stackin' up big pros out the ass
He pourin' green lean in a hydro flask
Put that shit up in the trash
Fuckin' on your bitch, I'ma buy her a lash
Or maybe two
I got ones with the ball that never shoot
Never know who to call, he ran through
And my money stand tall, it's 6'2"
Catch me shoppin' at Neim', no J Crew
Rockin' out with a drum like
Want a way to finesse? I got a few
I'ma need a background check on you, buddy
I ain't playin' no games no more
Seen a lot of 99 clones in these streets
Motherfucker
Yeah, I need a background check (What?)
Uh, everybody got a pass but go
'head and give me a sec'
I swear to God that bitch a part of
Al-Qaeda the way that she comin' for necks
Letting the choppa sing like
It's Flo Rida now, we gotta hop on a jet
Takin' a flight down to ATL
Shootin' a movie with Trill, that's a bet
Instead I be lookin' like Tom Hanks' son
Chet you ain't even really seen none, yet
You ain't even really got a gun, yet
Buyin' Chrome Hearts but he still in debt
Straight to the chin, I ain't talkin' no clef
Zero to five figures like the Jets
I go zero to five hundred like a vet
Like I'm Le'Veon Bell, I'm runnin' up a check
I got thirty on me, I don't play for the Nets
I be tearing down her
Walls like I'm renovating
Walked up in Saks and he was hyperventilating
He saw the price, his paper disintegrated
He talkin' on Twitter
But I do not do debating
I'm in the field making
Plays like Budda Baker
Bro, the Clippers now his hair
Line up on the Lakers
She fuckin' with rappers
I don't really wanna take her
I'm servin' them bars
I ain't talkin' 'bout quaker
My diamonds attack, I told 'em get back
I'm sippin' on Tris, it used to be yak
I'm settin' a blitz, I need me a sack
So why you be talkin' that kizzy and cap?
You fuckin' with weird hoes, Carol Bask'
You stackin' up big pros out the ass
He pourin' green lean in a hydro flask
Put that shit up in the trash
Fuckin' on your bitch, I'ma buy her a lash
Or maybe two
I got ones with the ball that never shoot
Never know who to call, he ran through
And my money stand tall, it's 6'2"
Catch me shoppin' at Neim', no J Crew
Rockin' out with a drum like
Want a way to finesse? I got a few