Testo Bout Checks - Izea
Testo della canzone Bout Checks (Izea), tratta dall'album From Under
Oh yeah, lets go, yeah, okay
I done had to put my foot on some fuck niggas necks
I don't talk less its bout checks, yeah
Pressure feel it in my chest
I can't move cause I'm smokin' the best, oh lord
How you gon' say that I'm wrong
You ain't gotta say nothin', on bro im gone
Found out he was switchin', I left him alone
You step in the trenches get hit in the dome
A trampoline tryna save niggas is crazy
You hide and we killing them campers like Jason
You came from the attic, I came from the basement
They slide through the night and they hiding they faces
And the Jakes never get em they way too evasive
They can't change their position, the higher ups racist
And the government do anything to erase em
Outside, we ride, we slide we shoot
Them niggas know we hang with goons
I switch out my clothes like I switch my controllers
This lil' bitch be ballin', I switched out the motor
She throwing a fit I can tell she bipolar
When big bro up the cannon go (Boom) that's his shoulder
I know Nina get hot and ready when I tote her
He want her I throw that shit up like a floater
I cant leave the crib without toting that iron
I'm reppin' my shit for my guys, I would die
Wasn't here from the jump to the back of the line
It ain't about money, you wasted my time
Your bros ain't your homies, watch out for the snakes
I never trust nothing'; I knew you would trade
You did it yourself, girl, you sealed your own fate
I kept it a hundred, you lied to my face
Start pushin that P now I'm feelin' like Diddy
I'm not gettin' high, so I switch from the mini
Im tryna hit charts and go hard for the city
Once I tell you what I've been through, don't show me pity
Fuck your lies, you just tryna waste time, bitch, I'm gone
Im just talkin' my shit, I'll be back in the morning
You can stay with that nigga, I'm better, Im knowing
I'm rocking Versace he rocking V-lone
I go hard, I go hard any day
No weapons allowed, brought the Glock anyway
He talkin' too loud send some shots to his face
We passing that bitch around just like a relay
I don't do no talkin', put dick down her throat
She don't do no gaggin', but like when she choke
You always be sayin' I'm doin' the most
How you gone complain when I'm doin' the most
Lost my mind man it's starting to get wicked yeah
Lost my heart man im starting to get wicked yeah
Lost my temper it's starting to get wicked yeah
Cut the beat off it's starting to get wicked yeah
Fuck my family, y'all startin' to get wicked yeah
Fuck these niggas, y'all startin' to get wicked yeah
Fuck you bitches, y'all startin' to get wicked yeah
Fuck this beat man its starting to get wicked yeah
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Writer(s): Izea Nelson
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