Check lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, no, no, no
Hold on, gang, I'ma go run up that check, yeah
I’ma go run up that check (Yu hear mi now, Mitch Mula? Drop dat bomboclaat)
Hold on

[Chorus]
I don't got no beef with the bro
Running straight to the do'
I’ma run up that check
I done bought new Balencis
So it will look good when I step on a f*ck n*gga neck
You ain't got to be gangsta'
To get some respect
You gon' get what you get
That's a bet
I ain't talking computers
But all of my shooters, they really pull up with the TEC
f*ck around and get stretch
To get where I'm heading
b*tch I had to jug and finesse
Everyday VVS'n
And I still hold it down for my n*ggas that’s calling collect
Ain’t give a f*ck bout the flex
I heard they was sleeping
But f*ck it, they getting some rest
And b*tch, I'm smoking the best
And I live how I wanna
No more tryna settle for less
[Verse]
Ayy, in the coupe with yo’ main ho, ayy
My young n*ggas really gon' do what I say so, ayy
If you not tryna ride, why you throw up that gang fo'?
Pop his top when I c*ck, let this thing go
Up a Glock to his top where his brain go
My n*gga, it's overdue
I feed all my fam and I do what I’m 'posed to do
You n*ggas look so confused
I go get the dope
Like a motherf*cking chauffeur do
The f*ck I'm supposed to do?
She sucking, eating di*k
b*tch, you should've brought a coach with you
Lil' bro, he a soldier, too
Pop out like some nudes and my n*ggas exposing you
How 'bout go poking, dude?
Don't shake, baby K should've came with a stroller, too
Want smoke, the we strolling through
Get wet like a slob
All my n*ggas, they soaking you
And Tay really rolling, too
Fight hard, then a b*tch get to punching, he folding you
So, b*tch, what you wanna do?
They know I'ma slide like a n*gga with bowling shoes
[Chorus]
I don't got no beef with the bro
Running straight to the do'
I'ma run up that check
I done bought new Balencis
So it will look good when I step on a f*ck n*gga neck
You ain't got to be gangsta'
To get some respect
You gon' get what you get
That's a bet
I ain't talking computers
But all of my shooters, they really pull up with the TEC
f*ck around and get stretch
To get where I'm heading
b*tch I had to jug and finesse
Everyday VVS'n
And I still hold it down for my n*ggas that's calling collect
Ain't give a f*ck bout the flex
I heard they was sleeping
But f*ck it, they getting some rest
And b*tch, I'm smoking the best
And I live how I wanna
No more tryna settle for less