blockstarbeezy – run that check (physician) lyrics
hook)
run that check up no physician
(run that check up!)
know ya role play ya position
(know ya role b-tch!)
all my hoes say im heaven sent
(heaven sent!)
wack hoes say im arrogant
(arrogant!)
ran that check up now she checkin’ for me (checkin’ for me!)
she poppin’ pills and gettin’ naked for me (naked for me!)
i got shooters on my payroll
(on my payroll!)
and they ain’t stoppin’ once i say go
(verse 1)
pull up in a cherry red drop wit’ a redbone beam like a cherry on ya top leave ya head gone
how you do that sucka sh-t you know you dead wrong
turned ya back on ya team and put the feds on
i sold that work on the roughest blocks barely got sleep tryna touch a block addicted to hustlin’ don’t wanna stop
hatin’ -ss n-gg-s can suck a c-ck
i run that check up from monday to sunday the b-tch im wit’ look like she came off the runway
we ’bout that gunplay so jump out of line bullets will jump out the clip
i jump out the whip then i jump in the mix and the weed that im smokin’ is funky as sh-t
i remember them nights i was hungry as sh-t
i was lonely as sh-t now them hoes on my d-ck
open 24/7 like a wawa
focused on the money f-ck sh-t get the side eye
got a bad lil’ b-tch from out baja
if her folks drop the work make it cha cha come through in the clutch like a stick shift in my teenage years seen a brick flip rollin’ wit’ a thick b-tch
it’s all in ya wrist flick
hatin’ on me a get ya b-tch hit haters suck a sick d-ck
they throwin’ salt in the game
yo b-tch be callin’ my name
we sold the rawest of caine
santos de cartier frames
focused on my check f-ck the next man double cup and a l in my left hand
thick b-tch -ss cheek in my right hand s
so fly i was born wit’ a flight plan
(hook)
(verse 2)
don’t don’t stand tall then you gotta cut ’em short
loyal to the money f-ck n-gg-s gettin’ bought
runnin’ up the block ‘fore you came off the porch
bullets h-t ya interupt the train of ya thoughts
need a new deal on the work crack the seal on the purp
see the look in they eyes man they feelings is hurt
i just popped me a 30 im feelin’ the perc bein’ broke and you starvin’ that feelings the worst
cool out my shooters will move out
in broad day they might have shootout and take all ya goons out
roaches come runnin’ if you leave ya food out
at the table got the scales and the tools out i put that pressure on n-gg-s
im startin’ to think less of y’all n-gg-s
im ’bout to body bag and stretcher y’all n-gg-s
f-ck ya feelings start finessin’ y’all n-gg-s cuttin’ off all the dead weight
f-ck it as long as my bread straight
puttin’ d-ck in ya b-tch ’til the bed break somethings missin’ i might be a head case (no stuey rock) but im “fresher den u” nicknamed this exotic sh-t pepe le pew
i got a bad b-tch
make the d-ck disappear call it magic
show this money like i never had sh-t
still stuffin’ paper in my mattress it can get tragic
please keep my name out ya mouth
please keep my name out ya mouth
or makin’ the news as a body what you be famous about
we had one h-ll of a plug slangin’ cocaine in a drought
(hook)
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