Текст песни Harry Potter - Creamo

Hop out wit dem racks
I'm with yo Daughter
You Better hide yo bitch
She might Just end up
Getting slaughtered
Don't try and stop my wave
You might just end up underwater Make dem racks appear like magic
Like I hang with Harry Potter nigga

If it aint bout a check
Then ima offended
If you not talking cash
I assume dat you offending
(What you talking 'bout)
I got racks in my skinnys
You niggas biting swag
But you cant copy what im spending (Now what you fina do)

Fuck up a check (Yeah)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a check (Yeah)
Fuck up a check (Huh)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a check (Yeah)
Fuck up a check (Woaw)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a check (Yeah)
Fuck up a check (Huh)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a check (Yeah)

If it aint bout a check
I'm goin missing
You niggas is my sons
Don't mean to sound
So condescending
I'm still independent
Put a 3.5 in my backwood
Now I'm high as flight attendants
Fresh off being broke
Can't go back to bein stuck
Had my back against the wall
Neva askin fa no help
Paid my dues
Now my dues payin me
I got tired of workin jobs
Now i dont leave da house fa free

If it aint bout a check
Then ima offended
If you not talking cash
I assume dat you offending
(What you talking 'bout)
I got racks in my skinnys
You niggas biting swag
But you cant copy what im spending (Now what you fina do)
Fuck up a check (Yeah)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a check (Yeah)
Fuck up a check (Huh)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a check (Yeah)
Fuck up a check (Woaw)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a check (Yeah)
Fuck up a check (Huh)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a check (Yeah)

Lamborghini urus no hatch back
Got da pack in my hands
Like a half-back
I got 80 ima drop it on a hellcat
Hig da gas ima speed
They got left back
Push. Start.
I do the dash
285 I got 12 on my ass
Switching thru lanes
And im goin real fast
I left em on ashby
I heard niggas crashed
She want a nigga dat act up
She wit a nigga dat act tough
I'm not da nigga to play wit
I'm still on Mayson wit big sticks
Im still dat nigga
That'll pull up on yo bitch
I know yo whereabouts
Aint never had to hate
Just waited my turn and
Now we Sellin out

If it aint bout a check
Then ima offended
If you not talking cash
I assume dat you offending
(What you talking 'bout)
I got racks in my skinnys
You niggas biting swag
But you cant copy what im spending (Now what you fina do)
Fuck up a check (Yeah)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a check (Yeah)
Fuck up a check (Huh)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a check (Yeah)
Fuck up a check (Woaw)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a check (Yeah)
Fuck up a check (Huh)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a check (Yeah)