DeeMoney Malone - Check Up (feat. YungStayFried & Breeze) Lyrics

Gotta run my check
Gotta run my check
Gotta run my check the f*ck up
Gotta ice my neck
Gotta ice my neck
Gotta ice my neck the f*ck up
She give me neck
She give me neck
And then I get the f*ck up
Put up yo hands
Give up them bands
I gotta run my check up
Gotta run my check
Gotta run my check
Gotta run my check the f*ck up
Gotta ice my neck
Gotta ice my neck
Gotta ice my neck the f*ck up
She give me neck
She give me neck
And then I get the f*ck up
Put up yo hands
I need them bands
I gotta run my check up
Can't catch my breath
Gotta run my check
Gotta run my shit the f*ck up
She give me neck then tried to rest you gotta get the f*ck up
I bust a jugg
I bust a nut
And then I bust the f*ck up
Come on now bro
Don't let no buffs get yo ass bust the f*ck up
She on my dick
She see my neck
She see I'm iced the f*ck up
He seen my neck
He tried to snatch and he got sliced the f*ck up
We got them choppers we glock poppers
We got blucka bluckas
And we them niggas
We step-daddies
We them muthaf*ckas
And I'll never ever yell free them guys
For my f*cking guys if they got a bond
F*ck what it cost you don't owe me shit
Me and my niggas got that kind of bond
My niggas know if they go to jail
Commissary full
They good as gold
Yo niggas in that bitch broke as hell
Looking mad as f*ck like I should've told
Still got some shooters that'll peal yo cap
I still holla Kobe when I shoot that strap
Been balling used to keep a treasure map in my Meks
I feel like Forrest Gump or Rocky running up them checks
Gotta run my check
Gotta run my check
Gotta run my check the f*ck up
Gotta ice my neck
Gotta ice my neck
Gotta ice my neck the f*ck up
She give me neck
She give me neck
And then I get the f*ck up
Put up yo hands
I need them bands
I gotta run my check up
With this buckshot don't try yo luck I bet you give them bucks up
No out of line shit I'm in order I won't have to tuck none
Free my lil dogs they in a jam but for them juggs still bustin
I can't play with niggas it's the truth but in the gang can't trust them
Road racing
Never hesitate about my paper
Do whatever for the skrilla and you know it's f*ck the hater
I know niggas mad I f*cking made it
Crazy thing about the shit
Is they still congratulating
Gotta grab that sack
Gotta get my bands to ice the chain my baby
Smoking Karla feel like Marley I am not Jamaican
I'm up hustling gotta bubble don't got time for cakin
Cause my time is coming up I don't have no patience
Gotta run my check
Gotta run my check
Gotta run my check the f*ck up
Don't hit my line or cross that line or get yo ass punched up
Ima hit yo spot then hit yo wife but fasho get sucked up
She give you life 'til you find out boy you might take them cuffs off
Gotta run my check
Gotta run my check
Gotta run my check the f*ck up
Gotta ice my neck
Gotta ice my neck
Gotta ice my neck the f*ck up
She give me neck
She give me neck
And then I get the f*ck up
Put up yo hands
I need them bands
I gotta run my check up
Gotta run my check
Gotta run my check
Gotta run my check the f*ck up
4 dub the set
You disrespect and gettin wet the f*ck up
The blackest buffs
The whitest buffs
You know I'm sticked the f*ck up
Can't find no drop
This Dusse I'm getting lit the f*ck up
All the time chasing checks we got plenty work
Shoot a hunnit bet a hunnit
Sweated out my shirt
To the Set
No shirt
To get Burrberry
Did I mention the buffs white
Virgin Mary
I'm a dog my heart get colder close to February
She gave me head and we ain't f*ck she say I'm petty petty
I'm really paid
I'm really paid
I don't got time for that
Rich nigga five hunnit for the snap back
Yo bitch bad wonder if she got that snapback
Plug called say he just got in some good Act
Cause he know we been asking bout that
Got Act bitch I know you done heard about that