Lyrics F**k That Check Up - Meek Mill , Lil Uzi Vert
Lil'
fish,
yeah
If
you
can't
swim,
you
gon'
drown,
hoe
We
ain't
gon'
save
you
either
Ah
ha
ha
ha
ha
Bad
lil'
thottie,
she
got
body
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'mma
shit
on
these
niggas
like
E-Zel
Let
her
ride
on
that
dick
with
no
seatbelt
With
the
money,
I
know
she
don't
mean
well
Niggas
running
their
mouth
like
females
When
you
winning,
they
only
wanna
see
you
fail
When
you
winning,
they
only
wan'
see
you
lose
Niggas
steal
and
I
can't
let
'em
see
my
moves
Wait
(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
thirty
bands
in
Niemen's,
'nother
twenty
grand
at
Barney's
Ever
put
a
pop
bitch
on
a
block
list,
that
don't
pop
shit
'Cause
I
got
shit
in
the
drop
six,
with
a
dime
bitch,
whole
squad
lit
Heard
your
new
shit,
that's
not
it
Whole
gang
with
me
on
some
mob
shit
He
ain't
talkin'
money
then
it's
nonsense
Green
got
you
gassed,
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
I'm
so
lit
I
fucked
that
bitch
as
soon
as
I
met
her
Fuck
that
check
up
(fuck
it
up)
Young
nigga,
fuck
that
check
up
Fuck
that
check
up
Light
my
wrist
and
my
neck
up
Fuck
that
check
up
Young
nigga,
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)
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
wit
him
Five
bands,
Gucci
coat,
rock
it
once,
I'll
never
wear
it
again
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
hundreds,
don't
want
no
twenties
Stop
it,
fuck
nigga,
get
money
Fuck
a
bitch
tittys,
once
hammer
tag
airbag
Ridin',
no
keys
like,
vroom
My
car
don't
got
room
Yeah
I
put
all
of
the
gwap
in
the
front,
got
my
engine
in
the
back
Litte
nigga
we
don't
talk
about
nothing,
if
this
shit,
not
'bout
the
racks
Don't
call
my
phone
Don't
leave
no
message
If
that
girl
was
swerving
me,
diamonds
emergency
Better
hit
nine-eleven
Up
all
night,
don't
rest
much
Spent
two
hunnid
for
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
I'm
so
lit
I
fucked
that
bitch
as
soon
as
I
met
her
Fuck
that
check
up
(Fuck
that
check
up)
Young
nigga,
fuck
that
check
up
Fuck
that
check
up
Light
my
wrist
and
my
neck
up
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
(fuck
it
up,
fuck
it
up)
Fuck
that
check
up
(fuck
that
check
up)
Fuck
that
check
up
(fuck
it
up,
fuck
it
up)
my
old
bitch,
yo'
new
bitch
She
want?
Like
q-tip
She
get
tan
like
Ewing
Nigga
said
he
wanted
a
favour,
we
ran
into
him
he
didn't
wanna
do
shit
I
don't
care
what
he
sayin'
we
ain't
playin',
we
just
wanna
shoot
shit
Yeah,
ran
out
them
racks
I'm
gettin'
back
Niggas
be
tweetin'
They
gettin'
smacked
Bitches
be
screenshottin'
Tellin
to
hit
me
on
Snap
She
hit
me
back
oh
lord,
she
gettin'
clapped
Ever
fuck
a
bad
bitch
in
the
bando
air
mattress
Goin'
ham-o,
poppin'
cat
shit,
bake
camo
with
the
matches
Thirty
on
board,
livin'
lavish
Hit
your
mans
up,
go
to
Paris,
twenty
grand
up
when
the
tat
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
I'm
so
lit
I
fucked
that
bitch
as
soon
as
I
met
her
Fuck
that
check
up
(Fuck
that
check
up)
Young
nigga,
fuck
that
check
up
Fuck
that
check
up
Light
my
wrist
and
my
neck
up
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
(fuck
it
up,
fuck
it
up)
Fuck
that
check
up
(fuck
that
check
up)
Fuck
that
check
up
(fuck
it
up,
fuck
it
up)
1 Price
2 Made It From Nothing
3 Ball Player
4 Open
5 Young Black America
6 Glow Up
7 Never Lose
8 Fall Thru
9 Connect the Dots
10 Connect the Dots
11 These Scars
12 These Scars
13 Made It from Nothing
14 We Ball
15 Issues
16 Whatever You Need
17 Fuck That Check Up
18 F**k That Check Up
19 Heavy Heart
20 Wins & Losses
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