Check Ups lyrics

[Intro: Rob49]
(WhatItDoFlip)
Yeah

[Chorus: BabyDrill]
Murder man, murder man, I've been talkin' to the devil
Step on sh*t and get 'em gone, now who the f*ck gon' come and help you?
These n*ggas be b*tch-made, claimin' they just active like they some steppers
Huh, rich shooter, Christian Dior when I'm steppin', b*tch, go get your rep up
He bought a vest, lil' buddy dumb as hell, like I just don't shoot neck up
Drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this sh*t far from checkups
Suburban my block, ride 'round with a Glock, hot sh*t, can't wait to catch 'em
Oh, he too bad, he think hе steppin', he just met thе devil

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Uh, I'm in that 'Iami in the C8, n*gga, we don't use Berettas, we some soul catchers
In my city, if the smoke real, better have that b*tch on you if you taking your mama to breakfast
Murder rate risin' in my city, n*gga, if I point my finger, the Foxes'll catch you
I got that sh*t on me in traffic with twenty-two thousand, a Glock, and a f*ckin' Beretta (b*tch)
The Cadillac truck came with pipes, call this b*tch a 'Lac-Hawk slash f*ckin' catcher
It give me Trackhawk vibes, body j*rk back and forth as I tap the pedal
Know you seen all that sh*t Bagg gave me in January, spent that sh*t in January
You ask my city, don't play Fatt Fox with that cheese, he'll get you sent to the cemetery

[Chorus: BabyDrill]
Murder man, murder man, I've been talkin' to the devil
Step on sh*t and get 'em gone, now who the f*ck gon' come and help you?
These n*ggas be b*tch-made, claimin' they just active like they some steppers
Huh, rich shooter, Christian Dior when I'm steppin', b*tch, go get your rep up
He bought a vest, lil' buddy dumb as hell, like I just don't shoot neck up
Drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this sh*t far from checkups
Suburban my block, ride 'round with a Glock, hot sh*t, can't wait to catch 'em
Oh, he too bad, he think he steppin', he just met the devil
[Verse 2: Rob49]
Yeah, I'm in a bulletproof truck right now, still paranoid like they come through cars
I seen a lot of f*ck n*ggas get that chalk, get killed or go stop that whore
Fed trippin', they done did some sweeps in the hood, no cap, I'm still comin' (Yeah)
Whoopty-whoop, he just put a fifty on a n*gga's top, that's real money
Big VM, real headhunter, slap the sh*t out a n*gga, real street pummel
Gotta watch what I say on this song 'cause this street sh*t real, these n*ggas just rhyme better (Yeah)
When them n*ggas got dropped, n*gga, I ain't did it (Yeah), we ain't buyin' no bodies, we buyin' titties
Brodie gon' shoot an assist, he a real MVP, nickname Scott Pippen (Yeah)
n*gga (n*gga)

[Chorus: BabyDrill]
Murder man, murder man, I've been talkin' to the devil
Step on sh*t and get 'em gone, now who the f*ck gon' come and help you?
These n*ggas be b*tch-made, claimin' they just active like they some steppers
Huh, rich shooter, Christian Dior when I'm steppin', b*tch, go get your rep up
He bought a vest, lil' buddy dumb as hell, like I just don't shoot neck up
Drop the pants, huh, we put belt to ass, this sh*t far from checkups
Suburban my block, ride 'round with a Glock, hot sh*t, can't wait to catch 'em
Oh, he too bad, he think he steppin', he just met the devil