paroles de chanson Check Me Out - Summrs

(Run that bitch, Chico)
Yeah, Allat fuckin' dissin'
I'm the type to make them boys jump out your bushes with a 60 (grrrr)

Yeah, contract killers, put on they wig, and clear the bidness (rrahh)
I'm internet trollin', goin' back and forth
Yeah, with these niggas (bitch ass niggas mane)
That's 'cause I need a cover-up, get these blogs up out my bidness
They hit my DM, tryna get me to meet with Akademiks (I ain't on that)
Give a fuck about that chain
And rain, the gang gon' feel that mop (ha)
On the phone with these niggas, I was tryna get they fuckin' drops

I DM one these nigga's hoes, I'm tryna see if the bitch go
They gon' cancel all thеy shows, I'ma get his bitch to wipe his nose
D-I-E, didn't makе make they whole gang
Get on that camera, and strike a pose
And my robbers cliquin' up
It's good, heard they losin' on sco' (grrr)

Yeah, punched him in his shit
He was 'posed to get his stick, and blow (boo, boo, baah)
You can keep that jewelry, my nigga
I'ma make sum' hit the floor (facts)
I'ma make sum' hit the floor, them 223's gon' make him choke

Look, check me out, lil' daddy
Ion' want that jewelry back
I'ma put them Creatures in a fuckin' hot car (fuckin' hot car nigga)
If I wasn't one deep and I had my killers with me
I would've said, It was my fault (facts)
I'm sayin', like, if the nigga woulda punched in my shit
And my niggas would've offed him (bah)
Yeah, fuck your people, but I'm generous
Nigga would've funded 'em a coffin (hmm)

Man get y'all big dawg out of my DM's
Doin' all that mothafuckin' talkin'
Too late to squash it
I'm stealin' niggas out there to go do the stalkin'
I'ma child of god
But the devil talkin' to me, bet I'd flip them crosses
I'm on pills, and my niggas in the fields
Seein' brains, gettin' nauseous (err)

Yeah, yeah, I got a bald spot on my head
I think I need me a new hat (hat, hat, hat, hat, hat)
Give a fuck, I'm cliquin' up, sayin' they tryna fuck with that (yeah)
Give a fuck about they killers, get they drops and we gon' switch 'em
Said, they said they got them Drac's
With banana clips, bet we still peel 'em (huh?)

I'ma fuckin' soldier Mama, I'ma make them niggas feel me
All my people about drama, y'all done started sum' serious
Tell the judge, I'm just a rapper, don't take these lyrics serious
(Believe it man, don't take none of this serious man)
(This all, this all for entertainment)

Yeah, contract killers, put on they wig, and clear the bidness (grahh)
I'm internet trollin', goin' back and forth
Yeah, with these niggas (bitch ass niggas mane)
That's 'cause I need a cover-up, get these blogs up out my bidness
They hit my DM, tryna get me to meet with Akademiks
Give a fuck about that chain
And rain, the gang gon' feel that mop (haah!)
On the phone with these niggas, I was tryna get they fuckin' drops

I DM one these nigga's hoes, I'm tryna see if the bitch go
They gon' cancel all thеy shows, I'ma get his bitch to wipe his nose
D-I-E, didn't makе make they whole gang
Get on that camera, and strike a pose
And my robbers cliquin' up
It's good, heard they losin' on sco'

Yeah, punched him in his shit
He was 'posed to get his stick, and blow (blaah!)
You can keep that jewelry, my nigga
I'ma make sum' hit the floor (hrrah)
I'ma make sum' hit the floor, them 223's gon' make him choke

Brrr- yea' these bitches got a lot of switches
On the back of these bitches man
Stop allat fuckin' Instagram ass trollin'
Man, that Twitter ass shit
Man, we don't even got that fuckin' social media man, fuck man
At the end the day, whole lotta niggas moves
Slice one of you bitches neck off, errrr