ALLBLACK, Rexx Life Raj and Guapdad 4000 - Cleat Check

Damn
Well, well, well, well, well
DTB, thank you
Ayy, thank you scammy much
They call you a pimp, call me a scammer (DTB on the beat, that's bro)
What you ain't?

I ain't no pussy-ass nigga (you understand?)
On probation, but still ride with the pistol (Jehovah)
Seen twenty tolls on the way to Virginia (factual)
Molly ounce the same color as Matilda (yeah)
Corner rollin', steady scorin', Dallas Maverick, Jason Terry
The blade ain't dead, y'all just scary, I just kicked out Vinatieri
Pants saggin' down like Webby, money got my pockets heavy
Sellin' pussy for the low, Little Caesars, Hot-N-Ready (yeah, huh?)
You niggas Tom and Jerry
Three dumb ass lil' boys, Ed, Edd, and Eddy
Hit for a hundred on these tough-ass niggas, call me Wilt
Yeah, we all from the dubs, but y'all tissue, I'm a quilt
Niggas at halftime danglin' (stupid), the hoes gave us the spill
Snortin' lines like you Scarface, tweakin' off the pills
This python'll eat a rat, it chew the neck off a meerkat
I ain't slime, but I'll get greasy and have your whole family killed

Nigga, it's a cleat check, lookin' like a bag steppin' out
Got niggas talkin' mad at the mouth, yeah, it's a cleat check
Don't be out of pocket in The Town
Oakland nigga threw the pack, send the hoes to the south
Nigga, it's a cleat check, lookin' like a bag steppin' out (yeah)
Got niggas talkin' mad at the mouth, yeah, it's a cleat check
Don't be out of pocket in the town (cleat check, nigga)
Oakland nigga threw the pack, send the hoes to the south (it's a check, nigga)
Nigga, it's a cleat check (yeah)

Ayy, runnin' your mouth like a pair of cleats
Ooh, what you told 'em 'bout the racks? (What they told you 'bout the racks?)
I move like the big body Model X (ooh)
And how you movin' ain't admirable
Separated myself from the pack a little while ago
Little bit of them shrooms turn my world to a kaleidoscope
We ain't the same, I just copped crib out in Idaho, ooh
Took flight on them niggas like, "Geronimo"
Look at the clique and like when you call me and get a dial tone, yeah
Get the fuck out, this ain't no ride-along
Bitch, I was born alone and I'ma die alone, it's a cleat check

Nigga, it's a cleat check, lookin' like a bag steppin' out
Got niggas talkin' mad at the mouth, yeah, it's a cleat check
Don't be out of pocket in The Town
Oakland nigga threw the pack, send the hoes to the south
Nigga, it's a cleat check, lookin' like a bag steppin' out (yeah)
Got niggas talkin' mad at the mouth, yeah, it's a cleat check
Don't be out of pocket in the town (cleat check, nigga)
Oakland nigga threw the pack, send the hoes to the south (it's a check, nigga)
Nigga, it's a cleat check (yeah)

Hi
I'm Guapdad 4000
Let me just update you on somethin' real quick
Cleat check don't really got to do with the shoes, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's just how we introduce
At the same time it's really about how a motherfucker decide to Margiela move
Cleat check is really like an update, you know what I'm sayin'?
I need to make sure

Written by:
D'Andre Sams, Faraji Wright, Akeem Douglas Hayes

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