Check by Quin NFN Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy, no, no, no
Hold on, gang, I'ma go run up that check, yeah
I’ma go run up that check (Yu hear mi now, Mitch Mula? Drop dat bomboclaat)
Hold on
[Chorus]
I don't got no beef with the bro
Running straight to the do'
I’ma run up that check
I done bought new Balencis
So it will look good when I step on a fuck nigga neck
You ain't got to be gangsta'
To get some respect
You gon' get what you get
That's a bet
I ain't talking computers
But all of my shooters, they really pull up with the TEC
Fuck around and get stretch
To get where I'm heading
Bitch I had to jug and finesse
Everyday VVS'n
And I still hold it down for my niggas that’s calling collect
Ain’t give a fuck bout the flex
I heard they was sleeping
But fuck it, they getting some rest
And bitch, I'm smoking the best
And I live how I wanna
No more tryna settle for less
[Verse]
Ayy, in the coupe with yo’ main ho, ayy
My young niggas really gon' do what I say so, ayy
If you not tryna ride, why you throw up that gang fo'?
Pop his top when I cock, let this thing go
Up a Glock to his top where his brain go
My nigga, it's overdue
I feed all my fam and I do what I’m 'posed to do
You niggas look so confused
I go get the dope
Like a motherfucking chauffeur do
The fuck I'm supposed to do?
She sucking, eating dick
Bitch, you should've brought a coach with you
Lil' bro, he a soldier, too
Pop out like some nudes and my niggas exposing you
How 'bout go poking, dude?
Don't shake, baby K should've came with a stroller, too
Want smoke, the we strolling through
Get wet like a slob
All my niggas, they soaking you
And Tay really rolling, too
Fight hard, then a bitch get to punching, he folding you
So, bitch, what you wanna do?
They know I'ma slide like a nigga with bowling shoes
[Chorus]
I don't got no beef with the bro
Running straight to the do'
I'ma run up that check
I done bought new Balencis
So it will look good when I step on a fuck nigga neck
You ain't got to be gangsta'
To get some respect
You gon' get what you get
That's a bet
I ain't talking computers
But all of my shooters, they really pull up with the TEC
Fuck around and get stretch
To get where I'm heading
Bitch I had to jug and finesse
Everyday VVS'n
And I still hold it down for my niggas that's calling collect
Ain't give a fuck bout the flex
I heard they was sleeping
But fuck it, they getting some rest
And bitch, I'm smoking the best
And I live how I wanna
No more tryna settle for less
Ayy, no, no, no
Hold on, gang, I'ma go run up that check, yeah
I’ma go run up that check (Yu hear mi now, Mitch Mula? Drop dat bomboclaat)
Hold on
[Chorus]
I don't got no beef with the bro
Running straight to the do'
I’ma run up that check
I done bought new Balencis
So it will look good when I step on a fuck nigga neck
You ain't got to be gangsta'
To get some respect
You gon' get what you get
That's a bet
I ain't talking computers
But all of my shooters, they really pull up with the TEC
Fuck around and get stretch
To get where I'm heading
Bitch I had to jug and finesse
Everyday VVS'n
And I still hold it down for my niggas that’s calling collect
Ain’t give a fuck bout the flex
I heard they was sleeping
But fuck it, they getting some rest
And bitch, I'm smoking the best
And I live how I wanna
No more tryna settle for less
[Verse]
Ayy, in the coupe with yo’ main ho, ayy
My young niggas really gon' do what I say so, ayy
If you not tryna ride, why you throw up that gang fo'?
Pop his top when I cock, let this thing go
Up a Glock to his top where his brain go
My nigga, it's overdue
I feed all my fam and I do what I’m 'posed to do
You niggas look so confused
I go get the dope
Like a motherfucking chauffeur do
The fuck I'm supposed to do?
She sucking, eating dick
Bitch, you should've brought a coach with you
Lil' bro, he a soldier, too
Pop out like some nudes and my niggas exposing you
How 'bout go poking, dude?
Don't shake, baby K should've came with a stroller, too
Want smoke, the we strolling through
Get wet like a slob
All my niggas, they soaking you
And Tay really rolling, too
Fight hard, then a bitch get to punching, he folding you
So, bitch, what you wanna do?
They know I'ma slide like a nigga with bowling shoes
[Chorus]
I don't got no beef with the bro
Running straight to the do'
I'ma run up that check
I done bought new Balencis
So it will look good when I step on a fuck nigga neck
You ain't got to be gangsta'
To get some respect
You gon' get what you get
That's a bet
I ain't talking computers
But all of my shooters, they really pull up with the TEC
Fuck around and get stretch
To get where I'm heading
Bitch I had to jug and finesse
Everyday VVS'n
And I still hold it down for my niggas that's calling collect
Ain't give a fuck bout the flex
I heard they was sleeping
But fuck it, they getting some rest
And bitch, I'm smoking the best
And I live how I wanna
No more tryna settle for less