Bout A Check - Peewee Longway

Blood gang no suwhoo Gang gang gang gang gang These nxxxxx rather war than check a bag wow Where they do that at man Me and blood in this bitch you know what we doing Count up Hunnid lets get it man Gang sxxx man (Streetz) Me and Hunnid in this bxxxx we gonna check a bag Fuck nxxxx why you mad you should check a bag All that hating ain't gonna help your axx check a bag Since a youngin all I wanted was to check a bag Check a bag check a bag Nxxxx why you mad you should check a bag Since a youngin all I wanted was to check a bag Me and Hunnid in this bxxxx we gonna check a bag (Streetz) Bxxxxx love me I just love it when they getting naughty Nxxxxx wanna kick it sorry I don't know karate Racked up you know I got it like that nxxxx Gotti Me and my nxxxxx stay strapped don't make us catch a body Fxxx wit T.I. Hustle Gang I keep Akoo on And the squares in my ear cost a school on Pull up clean on the scene with the roof on I'm like Hoodini hit a button poof the roof gone Haters tell me all the time that my demeanor cocky But what's funny is that they always end up trying to copy I ain't worried about sxxx I'm the young hood Rocky And tell Terrence don't get mad I wanna fxxx on Rocsi I be in it turnt up like my knob broke My watch cost a down payment plus a car note Man I get a lot of cheese like a nacho And for that bread I knock the meat up out your taco Cut the dreads off bxxxx I'm on my grown man And I'm still fly like I'm Peter Pan I be cutting up Edward Scissor Hands And I got a drill team like a marching band (Streetz) Me and Hunnid in this bxxxx we gonna check a bag Fuck nxxxx why you mad you should check a bag All that hating ain't gonna help your axx check a bag Since a youngin all I wanted was to check a bag Check a bag check a bag Nxxxx why you mad you should check a bag Since a youngin all I wanted was to check a bag Me and Hunnid in this bxxxx we gonna check a bag (Hunnid) Hunnid check in then I check a bag Got these bxxxxx trying to kick it like karate class Fresh out on papers like a pen and pad And if a nxxxx got a issue I deliver mags Sports Illustrated how I ball out I be smoking dope till I fall out I ain't with the sneak dissin or the call outs Hammer bang then it leave your brains leaking all out With them O-dawgs I'm a menace Re-ing up when I get finished At your door Jehovah Witness Bags flippin like a gymnast Chasing money check the fitness Ima student to the game Benjamin is in attendance Know principles is principal Try me it get critical Word around town I break it down like a syllable And if you looking for me I reside with residuals 30 leave em holy Then he start actin spiritual I be talking money just so happen that I'm lyrical Envision the attention of my pension at my pinnacle Cause harm then I bear arms like a tentacle Checkin bags I be stacking paper that ain't printable huhh (Streetz) Me and Hunnid in this bxxxx we gonna check a bag Fuck nxxxx why you mad you should check a bag All that hating ain't gonna help your axx check a bag Since a youngin all I wanted was to check a bag Check a bag check a bag Nxxxx why you mad you should check a bag Since a youngin all I wanted was to check a bag Me and Hunnid in this bxxxx we gonna check a bag

Your love got me down and out (Got me down) Blue hundreds in the bank account Another shot and I'm blacking out I'm doing circles like a round-a-bout Your love got me down and out (Got me down) Blue hundreds in the bank account Another shot and I'm blacking out I'm doing circles like a round-a-bout Yeah Your love got me down Yeah I love you baby but I'm from a different town Yeah, lost but never found Thought they knew me than, they don't fuckin' know me now I been, fighting for your love tonight Know your ex man was a scrub alright Baby you dont need them drugs tonight She say she love me need a thug tonight Love your got me down Love your got me down Love your got me down Love your got me down I know We made Mistakes Can't face She cry Those tears To my face My love She hates Your love got me down and out (Got me down) Blue hundreds in the bank account Another shot and I'm blacking out I'm doing circles like a round-a-bout Your love got me down and out (Got me down) Blue hundreds in the bank account Another shot and I'm blacking out I'm doing circles like a round-a-bout Lot of people told me I would never be a fuckn' star Flashlight on my neck Yeah I'm shinning like a fuck'n star People love to judge you Even though they don't know who you are Now my body dripping like I washed up on the fucking shore It done took a minute Tho I barely had a minute Know I started than I finish Know that god get all the credit I can't tell you where Im headed Think I need to gps it I WAS FIGHTING FOR HER LOVE, TELL THAT BISH TO JUST FORGET IT! Your love got me down Your love got me down Your love got me down

Well, there's somethin' 'bout a woman with my t-shirt on Hair in her eyes and no makeup on Standin' there smilin' with my coffee cup Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout a woman that's easy to love Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout a woman that's a clear blue sky Ain't found nothin' better that'll get you high You're all the colors of the sun at the end of the day Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout a woman that you'll feel that way She's like fire on the mountain Like some kinda heaven that's pourin' down on me She's a child, she's a lady She's got everythin' that I could ever need Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout a woman and me Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout a woman when she gets fixed up Slips her red dress on and her eyes light up I love to watch her walkin' from across the room Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout a woman and the way she moves me She moves me, oh, she moves me She's like fire on a mountain Like some kinda heaven that's pourin' down on me She's a child, she's a lady She's got everything that I could ever need Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout a woman and me She moves me She moves me Oh, she moves me She's like fire on a mountain Like some kinda heaven that's pourin' down on me She's a child, she's a lady She's got everythin' that I could ever need Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout a woman and me Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout a woman that makes me still There's somethin' 'bout a woman that always will

Deja Vu PeeWee Longway Oooooohh Boot sec In a big blunt of fruit The bitch drop the top when she sat in the coupe Ooh the bitch drop the top when she sat in the coupe (Dj drama fuck these niggas up) Boot sec in a big blunt of fruit The bitch drop the top when she sat in the coupe Double o that ho sit at the carlo of the roof Bizarre everything, 40 pointers to my Louboutin's Safari Jumanji, got Louboutin futons Thots and Kardashian's, what type of bitch that you on Free Kwame Cash these niggas still peon's Skkrt! Load this bitch down in the neon Deuce Bigalow kept the pack like im Bion Deja vu bitches, this right here a re-run Adam Sandler diamonds on my bitch, water boy Skrrt skrrt go out the Bentley like im Florida boy That boy right there one button and the doors will jump Big C, triple C thats from Florida boy Dude kick the door like it's extortion Money pounds, and ammunition bandcamp (longway bitch) Whip it right out the bowl Fish-scaling out the spot, put it right around the roll Drop the top and let it blow hey Yellow bone hair blowin in the double R I got rich of the road bae Smokin OG and im smokin cigar Deja vu (deja vu) I'm havin deja vu (im havin deja vu) She want that coupe baby (She want that coupe baby) I'm havin deja vu (im havin deja vu) She want that coupe baby (She want that coupe baby) She havin deja vu-uu (She havin deja vu-u) She can't wait to get loose baby (She can't wait to get loose baby) She havin deja vu (she havin deja vu) She wanna fuck me on the blue baby (blue baby) We havin deja vu-uu Got my bitch stuffed and amored in the hills Louis Vuittons off in the hundred hundred mill Trap spot beatin gas bags on the hill James bond I'll tomb deal a hundred mill Add it up Trappin" and dab em up Gas bags the Bentley truck We sticking up sitting ducks MC I kill em bruh DK go pick em up I'm havin Deja Vu-uu She want that coupe baby (coupe baby) I got bitches like uncle lou That be trappin that Cali bud I don't want no scrub a scrub is a bitch can't get no love from wee We pullin up with choppers, hundred hunndred Fuckin on a bitch like on a grind pump I'm a dog, I'm a dog Fuckin on her mama Free DaWalt Show em how to stretch a du wap Tryna pass me a hoo-kah Longway smokin on bazoo-ka Tryna press a C, everywhere I'm a deuce Longway pullin up in a coupe African diamonds you see em through the panoramic Choppers flashin like a camera Wanna fuck me on the booo She wanna fuck me on the roof Whip it right out the bowl Fish-scaling out the spot, put it right around the roll Drop the top and let it blow hey Yellow bone hair blowin in the double lo I got rich of the road bae Smokin OG and im smokin cigar Deja vu (deja vu) I'm havin deja vu (im havin deja vu) She want that coupe baby (She want that coupe baby) I'm havin deja vu (im havin deja vu) She want that coupe baby (She want that coupe baby) She havin deja vu-uu (She havin deja vu-u) She can't wait to get loose baby (She can't wait to get loose baby) She havin deja vu (she havin deja vu) She wanna fuck me on the blue baby (blue baby) We havin deja vu-uu