Testo Check - BiC Fizzle feat. Big Yavo
Testo della canzone Check (BiC Fizzle feat. Big Yavo), tratta dall'album Hip Hop Partners in Rhyme
(Red, this ho so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)
(Load it up, Motif)
I be wherever the check at, just left the bank, I don't go 'less the check hit, uh
Scratchin' shit off of my check list (huh?), I-I-I'm tryna see what to buy next (uh)
First mill', buyin' the projects, next mill', probably gon' blow it on Hi-Tech (huh?)
W-W-Why you be clutchin' your fire stick? Huh?
I feel a fuck nigga tryin' me (I feel a fuck nigga tryin' me)
Still posted up with that iron, lil' bro
With a whole 'lotta shotters behind me (whole 'lotta shotters behind me)
Still in the hood, can't go Hollywood, swear to God
It is not that hard to go find me (yeah, it not that hard)
Know how it feel when you broke to your last, if you don't go get it
Who else gon' buy it? (Who else gon' buy it?)
Hard times turned the young nigga too slimy
Lil' cuh working the stick while he driving (boom, boom)
I'm the type to go blitz at a boy 'bout a penny (a penny)
Five, ten, but ain't not ho card in me (no ho)
Just walked in Lenox, left out, dropped five (dropped five)
But I got a 40 B holdin' my britches (britches)
Know it's forever paper over bitches (huh?)
No disrespect to my ho out in Memphis (ho out in Memphis)
I'm with big bro cookin' up in the kitchen
He teachin' me how to profit off a pigeon
I-I-I be wherever the check at, just left the bank, I don't go 'less the check hit, uh
Scratchin' shit off of my checklist (huh?), I-I-I'm tryna see what to buy next (uh)
First mill', buyin' the projects, next mill', probably gon' blow it on Hi-Tech (huh?)
W-W-Why you be clutchin' your fire stick? Huh? (Damn)
I feel a fuck nigga tryin' me (I feel a fuck nigga tryin' me, damn)
Ayy, ride with that blick, got that Bic like I'm Fizzle
Glock 23, that ho hot, hit that bitch, it's gon' sizzle (too hot)
Lil' gon' hop out, shoot that bitch 'fore he dribble
Junkie at the door for it, wake me up, catch me a play in some slippers
Say, Glock hit his face, now his nose like Squidward
Ayy, got a Carti' and the time still offset
Opps on the list that I still ain't bought yet
Made a diss, put the Drac' to his lip like Carmex
Every day, I just wake up and play ball
Casamigos make the lil' bitch take off
She sippin' Quavo, my lines a huncho
When we in the strip club, better put on a poncho
Tell my plug, "Need it right now, pronto"
Ayy, I'm high as a blue jay on a flight to Toronto
I'm havin' this shit, say, I'm from the hood
In the foreign on E, still ain't put gas in this bitch
But you know
I be wherever the check at, just left the bank, I don't go 'less the check hit, uh
Scratchin' shit off of my check list (huh?), I-I-I'm tryna see what to buy next (uh)
First mill', buyin' the projects, next mill', probably gon' blow it on Hi-Tech (huh?)
W-W-Why you be clutchin' your fire stick? Huh?
I feel a fuck nigga tryin' me (I feel a fuck nigga tryin' me)
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Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Ross Joseph Portaro
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