Check Up

[Verse 1]

Work a 10 5
Bitch I been live
You ain’t this fly
Ima fly guy
See me in that new Mercedes when I slide by
Los just put that bitch in sport
Look how time flies

Lil ole me
Rock the gold teeth
They yo homies?
Oh that’s old beef

And my tec hold that clip like a ID
Pull it out if you stupid don’t try me
I be posted in Noisey and ID
And my bitch is so bad ion want a side piece

Ion want shit but some vibes that how I’m rocking
I can’t sit with you niggas cuz I’m styling

[Chorus]

Fuck my wrist up
Fuck a check up
Fuck my wrist up
Fuck a check up
Fuck my wrist up
Fuck a check up
Fuck my wrist up
Fuck a check up

[Verse 2]

She don’t wanna dance fuck it
There go my last chance
Here’s a couple bands
Bitch don’t blow it use yo hands

I got all this white
I might sell it to my mans
For the right price
Then I spend it on some grams

Walkin on that water
Call me Butchy Christ damn
Camouflage Bape now I’m outta site damn
And I been in love Ima treat her right
If she ride or die for Butchy Ima eat her right

[Chorus]

Fuck my wrist up
Fuck a check up
Fuck my wrist up
Fuck a check up
Fuck my wrist up
Fuck a check up
Fuck my wrist up
Fuck a check up