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chuckyy - check up lyrics

[intro]
y’all n+ggas know how the f+ck we rockin’, man
crack a face like a f+ckin’ vase, n+gga, you know how the f+ck we rockin’, man, your ass laced, n+gga, you know that (jayco, he does all these records)
gang

[chorus]
micro drac’ with the hardwood floor, we up on stats, check the scoreboard (check the score)
rich and up on b’s, what’s up, bro? sneaky slide, we on x, won’t go for it (rrah, what’s up, bro?)
10 milli’ sh+lls start lettin’ off, won’t stop, sh+t hot, has to feel like a blow torch
big opp bail out, give him ten, he already dead, f+ck it, i got some more for him (come here, there he go right there)
drench sh+t, we do that daily, can’t dare swim in the water, we boat rowin’ (we boat rowin’)
mama told me to watch ’em, them n+ggas’ minds got real big, know we for sure doin’ it
slap the fully piece around the chopper, when i shoot with my dominant hand, i’m so fluent (frr, frr, frr)
a ‘raq b+tch wanna fly to l.a., but i bum in the a with bd, we pose stupid
n+ggas be makin’ the police’s job so easy, the ‘gram be death of us (dumb+ass n+gga)
sh+t, i mean, it’s death for them, me and my n+ggas don’t talk, we shuttin’ up (bloodbathh not talkin’)
we’ll hit a n+gga block in a caravan, five percent on the windows, get wettened up (there he go right there)
when i land in the ‘raq, i be in the hood over east, f+ck rap, we can check up (brr)

[verse]
yeah, we can check up, shake a n+gga, chris paul, he fallin’ (check ball)
uh, this lil’ ho stupid over d+ck, i hit the b+tch one time, she keep callin’ (brr)
drop a deuce or a three or a four, it don’t matter the time, that drank keep callin’ (brr)
chop let off, better get on the ground ’cause shootin’ to k!ll, we ain’t come for the stallin’ (gang)
n+gga, chuckyy want twenty a feat and twenty for a show, we ain’t come for the bargain (no lowball)
treat these b+tch asses like dogs, tell ’em sit the f+ck down, doin’ all the barkin’
got a fat+ass crib in my name, only eighteen, i was just sleepin’ in apartments (i’m big dog now)
f+ck, i hate all the opps and hope they die, tell lil’ cuz, “catch ’em, spark ’em” (there he go)
uh, we’ll hit a n+gga block in hot dog right now, brrah+brrah, mcdonald’s (brrah+bah+bah+bah)
hope you see where i’m goin’, these n+ggas be clown as f+ck, n+ggas act like ronald (a clown)
uh, he thought he was savage, he stepped out there with no armor and got his ass swaddled
gotta know bloodbathh be the gang, it ain’t nothin’, those lil’ n+ggas the motto (motto, motto)
[chorus]
micro drac’ with the hardwood floor, we up on stats, check the scoreboard (we sluggin’ ’em)
rich and up on b’s, what’s up, bro? (what up? what up?) sneaky slide, we on x, won’t go for it (what’s up?)
10 milli’ sh+lls start lettin’ off, won’t stop, sh+t hot, has to feel like a blow torch
big opp bail out, give him ten, he already dead, f+ck it, i got some more for him (there he go right there)
drench sh+t, we do that daily, can’t dare swim in the water, we boat rowin’ (we can’t swim)
mama told me to watch ’em, them n+ggas’ minds got real big, know we for sure doin’ it (the f+ck?)
slap the fully piece around the chopper, when i shoot with my dominant hand, i’m so fluent (frr, frr)
a ‘raq b+tch wanna fly to l.a., but i bum in the a with bd, we pose stupid
n+ggas be makin’ the police’s job so easy, the ‘gram be death of us
sh+t, i mean, it’s death for them, me and my n+ggas don’t talk, we shuttin’ up (bloodbathh not talkin’)
we’ll hit a n+gga block in a caravan, five percent on the windows, get wettened up (bloodbathh not talkin’)
when i land in the ‘raq, i be in the hood over east, f+ck rap, we could check up

[outro]
check up, n+gga
that’s my fat boys lackin’, you know how the f+ck we rockin’
i ain’t had nothin’, gang, gang, n+gga, perfect timin’ every time, n+gga

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