Warhol.SS - Checks lyrics

We got checks checks, checks, checks
(Run that shit up Squill) yeah, yeah

Real nigga, I'm a playmaker
Don't need Instagram
Show me your true colors then I seen it
Niggas super lame oh, he think he Superman
Fire him down with God's hand
Put that bitch on molly now she
Screaming out them vibes in
Coast to coast, nigga
I'm connected like Verizon
Wavy nigga, see me walking up
Like that tight end young nigga
I was going crazy on my crime binge
Really nigga, see me coast to coast, bitch
I'm tied in
Clearport, hopping on that jet, now we rising
Bitch nigga talking 'bout he
Getting money, nigga, lie again
Riding low, cruising something tinted
Like five percent
Gang out, foreigns back to back
Better hide your bitch

Walking through the spot with foreign fabric
And them diamonds on my neck
I press that peddle and that
Caddy get to swerving, damn near wrecked
It's like I sneezed and caught this
Feeling, mama told me, "Boy, you blessed"
I ain't no bitch, and see
I never held my tongue
We got checks, checks, checks, checks
Bitch, I got my recipe, I
Whip it with my left, ayy
It ain't no more posting on the
Block for you lil' niggas
Most these niggas bitches
I can tell it through they pictures