Check On Yo Plug - Baba., FaithlynHarmony & Bluj

Yeah, word is bond Das EFX in this, you know what I'm sayin'? Straight from the sewer, word is bond Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah We doing this with my nigga Where my nigga, Ice Cube in the motherfucker? Word is bond, yeah You better check yo' self before you wreck yo' self 'Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth Dropping bombs on your moms Fuck car alarms Doing foul crime, I'm that nigga wit' yo' Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the indo No, I'm not a sucker sitting in a House of Pain And no, I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact, motherfucker Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don't call me Doughboy This ain't no fucking motion picture A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit'cha, and hit you Taking that yak to the neck, so you better run a check So come on and chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self Chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self Yeah, come on and check yo' self before you wreck yo' self 'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!) Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!) Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played 'Cause they bitchmade, pulling out a switchblade That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife, ho AK-47, Assault Rifle Hold the 50, I'm nifty, pow I got a new style (watch out now!) I hate motherfuckers claiming that they folding bank But steady talking shit in the holding tank First, you wanna step to me? Now your ass screaming for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row Now they runnin' up in you slow You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (check that shit out) Now your name is just Twan Switchin', snappin', rollin' your eyes and neck You better run a check So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self 'Cause big dicks up yo' ass is bad for ya health Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!) Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!) If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate You coulda had a V8 Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (pow!) I got six and I'm aimin' 'em Will I shoot or keep you guessing? 'Cause fuck you and that shit you're stressing Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good There goes the neighborhood hooker (slut) Go ahead and keep your drawers Giving up the claps and who needs applause At a time like this, pop the coochie and you dead The bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her 'Lips & Lungs' Nappy dugout, get the fuck out 'Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self (yeah) Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self 'Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!), come again, check it! Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!), come again, check it! Chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self You better chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self I said check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self (check, check) Mic-microphone check Mic-microphone check (check it, one, two!) Mic-microphone check (one, two!) Mic-microphone check (check it, one, two, one, two!) Mic-microphone check (one, two!) Mic-microphone check (check it, one, two!, one, two!) Mic-microphone check (one, two) Mic-microphone (check yo' self Cube) (yeah)

I got a check, check, check, beep Bitch I go ta check, check, check Bitch I got a check, check, check I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you se me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Uh, I got my check up, I need a check up Watch on me so cold, chain on me so froze Check, I got them hoes, check, designer clothes I got them bows, plus I got them o's Going hard nigga, I do too, I got shooters nigga, what bout you Valet park nigga there's my coupe Popping bottles nigga, there's my crew That pussy good, ass fat, head right, nigga that's my boo A real nigga, you ain't one, hate on me, that's what you do Uh I'm in my zone, uh, my money long Sipping on that sirock, inhaling all of the strong On my young nigga shit, rollie with the belt I'm on my rich nigga shit, Rolls Royce are better I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check I put on for my city, go strong when I kick it Got a bad girl's club, a gang of bad bitches Black down, ap, ...bp, white them, mula No damning, ...ace of spades, no cards ...that glow in the dark I got soft, I go hard, start to beating my favorite card The California my favorite car, The land ...my favorite bar I hit the club, my jays on, they out now They stood on the boss Selling dope my first job, getting money, they worst thought I'm in this bitch with my home boys Big jewelry, no bodyguard I pull up, like who this, thugged out, I do this Checking on my dollar sign, get money on my to do list, hey! I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Check, check, bitch I'm on deck Flexing, flexing, looking like a jet I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check.