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Check Mate Video (MV)




Performed By: Ty
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: TyShon Grimmett




Ty - Check Mate Lyrics




Niggas be acting like they superstars just like the Beetles
But they not even rocking like this
4th of July how I'm poppin this beat got me boppin I might get to talking my shit
Listen to me ima have your head nodding ice cream with no topping I'm raw with this shit
Might not have ice on my wrist but I'm dripping not tripping I feel like a faucet on this
Eat up the drip just like Js when they drop em my nigga go cop em they all over this
Got a bad bihh in the A got a place I can stay I just might go take her to the Chris
Fresh when I step in the party not sipping Bacardi I'm sorry I'm high as a bitch
That hoe wouldn't message me back when I'm lit like a match
Please do not try to blow me no kiss
I'm just gon hoop like I'm Michael Jordan
Gimme the ball and you know I'm scoring
I'm drippin water I got my flow in
Been by myself really don't need no friends
Some say I'm hard they like how I go in
Ask if they copy they copy like twins Pray to my Lord cause my heart full of sin
Blunt stupid fat cause I stuffed some more in
Her pussy juicy we don't need no gin Write on my phone tryna stay out the pen
Yes I can dress skinny jeans ain't no slim
This Perc like my new hoe yeah that bitch a 10
Y'all say y'all balling y'all can't touch the rim
I say I'm balling I'm dunking no Tim Feel like Lil Baby just want me some Ms
I got that light and this bitch won't go dim thing about me
I want lots of knots You are not with the team I gotta crop you out
Beast mode Marshawn Lynch ima damn Juggernaut
You just be fronting we know that you cap a lot
Ima just knockout the pussy like Pacquiao
I'm bout that green so I feel like a Packer now
Maybe a Celtic now
Shit I can't help it now
Perc got me itching like grandma sweater now
Run it like Elliot no I'm not missy
I be so gone off the Runtz bitch I'm trippin
I be so off it this perc got me drifting
They gave me the game so I just gotta listen
I'm watching these niggas I know they ain't with me
Gotta stay hip so they can't catch me slippin
Pussy so wet in the deep bitch I'm dipping
Pussy ass niggas I don't want no dealings
Just close the door when you see that the block hot
Think that they gunna or thug but they not hot
F*ck her might pull her wig back that's a drop top
Throw me a beat ima snap like a pop rock
Hot like the stove you still using that crock pot
Going so hard that I really can't stop stop
They going hard like they hard but not nah
My niggas riding like when that bass drop
Weekend done started might go fw Ree rock
Walk in the mall off them percs I'm on treetop
Ran to the drugs I be high like a knee sock
Pussy talk to me I make that shit beat box
Stay on the porch cause them boys out here gunning
Im tryna go up to the top of the summit
Facing my fears I can't do no more running
Stare them in they eyes while I'm high like a comet
Hit from the back f*ck her right out that bonnet
She lay on her back I put dick in her stomach
Remember my name best believe that I'm coming
I ball Andre Drummond from nothing to something
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Niggas be acting like they superstars just like the Beetles
But they not even rocking like this
4th of July how I'm poppin this beat got me boppin I might get to talking my shit
Listen to me ima have your head nodding ice cream with no topping I'm raw with this shit
Might not have ice on my wrist but I'm dripping not tripping I feel like a faucet on this
Eat up the drip just like Js when they drop em my nigga go cop em they all over this
Got a bad bihh in the A got a place I can stay I just might go take her to the Chris
Fresh when I step in the party not sipping Bacardi I'm sorry I'm high as a bitch
That hoe wouldn't message me back when I'm lit like a match
Please do not try to blow me no kiss
I'm just gon hoop like I'm Michael Jordan
Gimme the ball and you know I'm scoring
I'm drippin water I got my flow in
Been by myself really don't need no friends
Some say I'm hard they like how I go in
Ask if they copy they copy like twins Pray to my Lord cause my heart full of sin
Blunt stupid fat cause I stuffed some more in
Her pussy juicy we don't need no gin Write on my phone tryna stay out the pen
Yes I can dress skinny jeans ain't no slim
This Perc like my new hoe yeah that bitch a 10
Y'all say y'all balling y'all can't touch the rim
I say I'm balling I'm dunking no Tim Feel like Lil Baby just want me some Ms
I got that light and this bitch won't go dim thing about me
I want lots of knots You are not with the team I gotta crop you out
Beast mode Marshawn Lynch ima damn Juggernaut
You just be fronting we know that you cap a lot
Ima just knockout the pussy like Pacquiao
I'm bout that green so I feel like a Packer now
Maybe a Celtic now
Shit I can't help it now
Perc got me itching like grandma sweater now
Run it like Elliot no I'm not missy
I be so gone off the Runtz bitch I'm trippin
I be so off it this perc got me drifting
They gave me the game so I just gotta listen
I'm watching these niggas I know they ain't with me
Gotta stay hip so they can't catch me slippin
Pussy so wet in the deep bitch I'm dipping
Pussy ass niggas I don't want no dealings
Just close the door when you see that the block hot
Think that they gunna or thug but they not hot
F*ck her might pull her wig back that's a drop top
Throw me a beat ima snap like a pop rock
Hot like the stove you still using that crock pot
Going so hard that I really can't stop stop
They going hard like they hard but not nah
My niggas riding like when that bass drop
Weekend done started might go fw Ree rock
Walk in the mall off them percs I'm on treetop
Ran to the drugs I be high like a knee sock
Pussy talk to me I make that shit beat box
Stay on the porch cause them boys out here gunning
Im tryna go up to the top of the summit
Facing my fears I can't do no more running
Stare them in they eyes while I'm high like a comet
Hit from the back f*ck her right out that bonnet
She lay on her back I put dick in her stomach
Remember my name best believe that I'm coming
I ball Andre Drummond from nothing to something
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Writer: TyShon Grimmett
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