Check It Out lyrics

by

Birdman


Yeah (3x)
You know that, yeah
The fire rising, yeah burning say you stuck with a loss
Game ain't based off [?], so ain't no loving involved
Riddled yo whip, them people gon think that the Russians involved
As I grew in, as I learned I got accustomed to God

Made it hot around my way a couple of time, still ride 'round with that 9
That's some, that's all the time
Lawd, can not get caught slipping even when it get slippery
Life a unknown mystery, lost all my discipline, that's ignorant

I told myself that it's time to stop all that playing and make a few millions
Got one two many problems, n*gga my set on straight killing
Wild magnolia I can't listen, this lifestyle bring a lotta women
Free coach, it's a freak show
Should've f*cked around and used a condom with ha

Straight freak, let my potnas hit ha
10 deep, that's a lotta n*ggas
Laid back in the maybach, with the Birdman with a choppa pistol
Ion think they gon stop a n*gga
Ian never share a dolla with'em
We ain't never go head up, or played pitch or tackle
Ain't sharin' nun
Check out my 'fit today
Check out how I grip the case
Check out all the n*ggas I know, they got nuthin' 'cause they be so filled with hate
Check my whip out, check my b*tch out
f*ck allat, wha'chu was saying, ima check that sh*t now

Check it out, I'm at the W checking out
I'm with a b*tch I was checking out
Just got ha hair did, ima sweat it out
The ice on my neck, [?] a get it out
You not 'bout that trigga play, cut it out
Come sample my product, come check it out
I guarantee that you'll be checking out (Calvin)

Besides the losses that I took, yeah life great (life great)
I got the clout, she gon do what I say
Do whatever I want, I don't know how much she could take
Every n*gga in this world want be the boss but don't got what it takes (real life hate)

Guilty conscious talking to me, ima let that sit on my mind
Ignore them voices that I heard, can't let that play with my mind
Since 12 been playing with them minds, can't let a b*tch play with my mind
My Top Young Shooters tryna spin, they hate sitting inside
I feel my alter ego tripping, its just sitting inside me
I just alter my new glock, and put a di*k in the 9
Don't need no beam when I start popping
I'm gon shoot 'till it lock
A ghetto child from off the block, I was born in the 90s
Check out my 'fit today
Check out how I grip the case
Check out all the n*ggas I know, they got nuthin' 'cause they be so filled with hate
Check my whip out, check my b*tch out
f*ck allat, wha'chu was saying, ima check that sh*t now

Check it out, I'm at the W checking out
I'm with a b*tch I was checking out
Just got ha hair did, ima sweat it out
The ice on my neck, [?] a get it out
You not 'bout that trigga play, cut it out
Come sample my product, come check it out
I guarantee that you'll be checking out

Woo!
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