Dro B - Check It Up

Sally sold sea shells by the sea shore
Now she sells crack rocks on seventeenth street
Hahaha, She met the plug her whole life changed up

That bitch hit me on the regular yeah
You and yo homies smoke regular what
I get more done than a cellular bitch
I crash the whip like I'm nebula skr
I'm real and u jus a replica yea
Why Dey won't leave me alone huh
God damn Nobody knows Bitch
Ballin so hard I'm like check it up swish
Swish
Yeah
Okayyyy
Bitch
Okayyyy

Run it up run it up run it up
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
You a lame no u can't fuck Wittus
My new bitch she got a bubble butt
Might have to cross ya like double Dutch
If I feel like u be fakin
I be jukin out the snakes n
I hope they don't think that I'm playin
Smokin weed sippin the orange juh
Back of the Chevy there's fou of uh
In the club bottles we po it up
Rob the plug if he eh shorted us
I be singin on my choruses
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Yo bitch on me might bussa nut on ha
I be in the cut and I'm cuttin up

Written by:
Jacob Toney

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