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kyraxx - cheque lyrics

[hook]
better not ask for the check
i keep a tech like the ref
hunnids on me keep it stretched
my pockets deep… ya ya
i’m bout to slap on the wrist
ballin’ like kyrie i swish
iotosh on the -ssist
we just be cooking the hits

[verse 1: kyraxx]
money was never the issue (nah)
no lil b-tch i don’t need you (nah)
head shot, issa see through
drop top for my people
clarks on, dessert eagle
i bus, like metro
on the like wing, like pedro
i go like petrol
i be g-ssin’ g-ssin’ up
lean sippin’ triple cup
backwoods for you folks
you can get it, free smoke
3rd district that’s the ends
i run ville coast to coast
i be really outta town
you can get it when i’m down
skateboard when i grind, flipping work all the time
money making not a crime, i’m just out here getting mine
rajon rondo with the dime, ’cause i be shooting out the nine
ten toes when i’m down
top 5 needa a crown
my b-tch always down
swimming in money, i drown
so you betta, you betta

[hook]
better not ask for the check
i keep a tech like the ref
hunnids on me keep it stretched
my pockets deep… ya
i’m bout to slap on the wrist
ballin’ like kyrie i swish
iotosh on the -ssist
we just be cooking the hits

[verse 2: danny base]
life is a game with no referee
all these b-tches always testing me
all these n-gg-s wanna pressure me
they would love to see my death
so i keep the burner right next to me
in the kitchen whipping like a recipe
have to thank god for the pot cause it’s blessing me
praying that i don’t see the penitentiary
because i do good and they act like they never see
when i’m down they don’t ever remember me
now i’m up they treat me like the devil
for smoking on h-lla weed and sippin’ my henny
but i can’t see dem, outta sight outta memory
f-ck with me that’s a shot to the to the head, chest and belly
i’m shooting like i’m taking penalties
when i’m wearing a coat no it’s not cause i’m cold, it’s to stop jakes from seeing my weaponry

[verse 3: kyraxx]
life is a game with no referee
head shot, call it headphanie
all talk you can’t pressure me
real talk, you can’t get to me
i stay where i stay
shooter spray with the k
my hittas don’t play
catch you lacking anyway
draco make you lean back
fat joe, when the k clap
head shot take ya snapback
sending shots to you like snapchat
money making, want fat stacks
selling pounds not hashtags
i run the ends like mad max
and that’s all facts
so oh

[hook: kyraxx]
better not ask for the check
i keep a tech like the ref
100s on me keep it stretched
my pockets deep… ya
i’m bout to slap on the wrist
ballin’ like kyrie i swish
iotosh on the -ssist
we just been, we just been, we just been woo

[verse 4: kyraxx]
poppin’ and sippin’ relax
outta town with the strap
draco with me on attack
that should put you on ya back
money counting, no machine
hands dirty keep it clean
john cena; crime scene
inter-scoping high beams
jimmy with me iovine, ’cause
i might pull up on your kid, what’s the bid?
red dot on ya head
that’s a f-cking infrared
and i’m shooting through the scope
head shot, f-ck a throat
and your b-tch gimmie throat
want a island that’s remote
i’ve been out here making bread, hard dough it ain’t soft
you can get hit with a draco

[outro: kyraxx]
i want a mill, copperfield
that’s just how i feel
ask about the check i’m at ya neck

- kyraxx lyrics

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