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T9ine

Check On Me

 

Check On Me

(album: Fast Life Living - 2020)


I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me
Glizzy'd up, who fighting? No, we ain't fighting
Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me
I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please (Strizzy)

Pulled up on that dumb shit, we love that nonsense
When I put fifty on my wrist, they gon' be upset
And she already in her feelings, we ain't fuck yet
And like MC, I keep a hammer, you can't touch this
It ain't no telling what we in for, I'm smoking endo
We slide with cutters, hit his house, knock off his kinfolk
He want smoke, I'm hollering 10-4, I might let ten go
Paper route, ain't going broke, no, I can't trust a ho
This the life of a youngin who ain't going for nothing
Night and day, he be clutching, don't even think about running
If it's fuck me, then fuck you, niggas really busters
Can't knock me out my hustle, bitch, I'ma get some money

I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me
Glizzy'd up, who fighting? No, we ain't fighting
Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me
I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please
I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me
Glizzy'd up, who fighting? No, we ain't fighting
Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me
I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please

Diamonds VVS, don't need no flashlight
Blackout off the Hennessy, I can't remember last night
Four thousand for this Dior drip and you can check the tag price
I been on the road, two years ago I saw my last hype
I was tryna run it up, trapped to get my cash right
I know how that corner work, got wrapped up in that fast life
I was out there thugging in the trenches where they blast pipes
Gasping for his breath, he hoping this don't be his last fight
'Bout that cash flow, flying through a different time zone
She wanna fuck, girl, wait your turn, know that line long
Mix exotic with the liquor, got my mind gone
If a nigga talking out his neck, he get his mind blown

I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me
Glizzy'd up, who fighting? No, we ain't fighting
Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me
I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please

done

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