keelan - CHECK'N SHIT

Fuck all y'all and this time I mean that
I'm so dope the plug can't believe that
They throw jabs, like fat joe I lean back
Y'all fucked up but this time I seen that

They couldn't fuck with a picture of me
This ain't soccer man them niggas couldn't kick it with me
Better than who?
Chanel? Cus that's hard to see
Copying me?
Of course they wanna copy the Kee

I mean why not?
Niggas confused, it's giving mind block
I'm not, empressed niggas is yelling why not?
Mmm, they couldn't sail if they was a white yacht
Mmm, bars like cars, I got a whole lot

Niggas mad cus I'm fucking a few
You mad cus I fucked them or cus I ain't fuck you
Imagine lying on my body like I ain't got proof
Niggas pulling gun smoke like I ain't gone shoot

All them niggas giving fell off, im well off
I don't Need to fuck them I J off
They be on my dick til I say off
I don't give a fuck like blue balls
Niggas know it's up when I see y'all

Fuck you
I'm tryna get in my zone
Fuck you
I'm everybody turn on
Fuck you
I ain't worried bout no weak shit
Bitch I'm grown
I'm in whatever you on

Fuck you
I'm tryna get in my zone
Fuck you
I'm everybody turn on
Fuck you
I ain't worried bout no weak shit
Bitch I'm grown
I'm in whatever you on

Check my watch it's, time to check shit
Trying me is like, driving reckless
They ain't checking for y'all cus they know who the best is
I'm a G sus, watch me bless this

SKRRTTTT

What's the word hoe?
Bitches begging for the tip, better serve hoe
They on my dick like a nerve tho
All them lil bitch ass hoes getting bodied like a torso

Yo where them niggas at
Tell a nigga gimme dat
Bout to go Ape shit nigga it's giving Silverback
Niggas dressed in black, Mary Mack couldn't riddle that
I offset hearts, give a fuck about a cardiac

Nigga tryna spin the block well spin sir
All the boppin got you shaking like a seizure
Address me ima beat you out that t-shirt
All them niggas Kirmet I'm the motha fucking tea sir

I ain't sorry if this come out mean
Be for real, we know yo motha fucking eyes ain't green
I mean, yea, we been knew you was a fake like that
Keep it a stack, we been knew you was a con like tacts

It ain't on me, it's in me
Niggas trying to end me
Bitch, this is a Three-zero, but I'm still in my 20's
All these bitches is new, ima knock off a few
Cus they know ima Winnie, all these bitches is Pooh

Ha

Fuck you
I'm tryna get in my zone
Fuck you
I'm everybody turn on
Fuck you
I ain't worried bout no weak shit
Bitch I'm grown
I'm in whatever you on

Fuck you
I'm tryna get in my zone
Fuck you
I'm everybody turn on
Fuck you
I ain't worried bout no weak shit
Bitch I'm grown
I'm in whatever you on

Fuck all y'all and this time I mean that
I'm so dope the plug can't believe that
They throw jabs, like fat joe I lean back
Y'all fucked up but this time I cleaned that

Written by:
D’Erius Grigsby

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