Young Buck, Sada Baby, Tee Grizzley - Check Wit It lyrics
Young Buck [David Darnell Brown] ashville, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
Tee Grizzley [Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr] Detroit, Michigan, US 🇺🇸
[Young Buck, Sada Baby, Tee Grizzley - Check Wit It lyrics]
Just put diamonds on
I be that's when I sleep
I don't got no problems in these streets
Drop a couple dollars on my beef
I get off parole in a couple months
Soon as I get off, I'm rolling the blunt
The chopper big as fuck
You can fold the bitch up
Nigga rob my nigga Buck
And he toast some shit up
My niggas making we don't do no
Fuck a bitch and send her home
We don't do no chilling
Drop the top, we don't do no ceelings
Couldn't even feel it
Real shooter catch a body
Bitch you never did dope boy move the work
You ain't never get it i got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad
Now I got a chеck with it
Now I got a check with it
Break a brick down with my bear hands
Won't do shit to mе, I got that pole on me
You can't tell on me
I got some shells on me we got bail money
Cause that nigga Buck keep bails on him
Rock out
Imma move that work until I clock out
TK had no guns around him
So you gon get knocked out
My chopper flip a nigga
Top shotta, knock off your
Hold up nigga, let me get poured up
Check out my soon as we showed up
More bread than cold cuts
Chopstick drop shit so you can't stop shit
Thot bitch, get her top split she
Real shooter catch a body
Bitch you never did dope boy move the work
You ain't never get it i got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad
Now I got a check with it
Now I got a check with it
I just left my celly with a half a brick
Had to pay my thick to grab the shit
Only nigga on the yard used to have this shit
They say I'm trappin a lil too hard
I'm not the average
Bitch come check my paperwork
And tell me what the savage is
I just left a million dollars
In my mama matress
I just bought a thousand choppers
Test them out with all my partners
All my niggas think they shottas
Catch a and catch a body soldier rags, shit
Neighborhood talk, it's that mob shit
This that bitch
This that gang gang, this that shit
Real shooter catch a body
Bitch you never did dope boy move the work
You ain't never get it i got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad
Now I got a check with it
Now I got a check with it
I be that's when I sleep
I don't got no problems in these streets
Drop a couple dollars on my beef
I get off parole in a couple months
Soon as I get off, I'm rolling the blunt
The chopper big as fuck
You can fold the bitch up
Nigga rob my nigga Buck
And he toast some shit up
My niggas making we don't do no
Fuck a bitch and send her home
We don't do no chilling
Drop the top, we don't do no ceelings
Couldn't even feel it
Real shooter catch a body
Bitch you never did dope boy move the work
You ain't never get it i got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad
Now I got a chеck with it
Now I got a check with it
Break a brick down with my bear hands
Won't do shit to mе, I got that pole on me
You can't tell on me
I got some shells on me we got bail money
Cause that nigga Buck keep bails on him
Rock out
Imma move that work until I clock out
TK had no guns around him
So you gon get knocked out
My chopper flip a nigga
Top shotta, knock off your
Hold up nigga, let me get poured up
Check out my soon as we showed up
More bread than cold cuts
Chopstick drop shit so you can't stop shit
Thot bitch, get her top split she
Real shooter catch a body
Bitch you never did dope boy move the work
You ain't never get it i got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad
Now I got a check with it
Now I got a check with it
I just left my celly with a half a brick
Had to pay my thick to grab the shit
Only nigga on the yard used to have this shit
They say I'm trappin a lil too hard
I'm not the average
Bitch come check my paperwork
And tell me what the savage is
I just left a million dollars
In my mama matress
I just bought a thousand choppers
Test them out with all my partners
All my niggas think they shottas
Catch a and catch a body soldier rags, shit
Neighborhood talk, it's that mob shit
This that bitch
This that gang gang, this that shit
Real shooter catch a body
Bitch you never did dope boy move the work
You ain't never get it i got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad
Now I got a check with it
Now I got a check with it