Jvrr0d - Check First (feat. EasyMoneyQuan)

Yea
Yea
Don't get shot up trine hit my shored yessir
If i called you on the run would you answer
Pick the phone up baby girl you got me hammered
Don't get shot up trine hit my shordi yessir
Chopper bullets make em move he not a dancer
I aint tunnin after nothing less the check first
When the come up out the crib i make em check first
Top down with the tools like I'm Dexter
30 Bullets screaming loud out a Vector
Comme De Garcon, that shit cost three dinners
I stay in my lane but they can't see me cis my windows
Champagne breakfast dinner that shit feel like continental
Baby ask me how i do it i say thats a riddle
Don't ask me all them questions you don't want the answers bae
Everyday we growing not the same as yesterday
Got a hunnid thousand counted you know we can elevate
Shordi you know that we straight a trip to LA as a date
Smokin scottie Connected i burn it to the face
Buy my shit like prescription so no it can't be laced
Coop the color brown like a bandaid
.40 a big bitch but it cannot tan the paint
Im loving all the sounds that you making
Come through in the town in something red like we Satan
Fold you up and hold you down baby baby
Don't let nobody ever think your crowns for the taking
If i called you the run would you answer
Pick the phone up baby girl you got me hammered
Don't get shot up trine hut my shordi yessir
Chopper bullets make em move he not a dancer
I aint running after nothing less he check first
When they come up out the crib i make em check first
Top down with the tools like I'm Dexter
30 Bullets screaming loud put a Vector
Like if i called your phone would you pick up
Wont switch up
Cropped sense out the frame just to see the bigger picture
Shotty hit my shordi into white chalk
Said he not a dancer .223 make em moon walk
And my little shordi bad Michael Jackson
Shoot a movie baby lights camera action
How you want it come get it
However you want it I'm with it
I do what you say
When we off the Dusse
If we talking truthly
I only want you bad
Bad for a shordi tryna party in the USA
Throw your hands up they playing your song
And are you gonna answer overtime i call your phone
Let the butterflies fly away
Come roll with me and get high today
Look out in the crowd and she blowing me a kiss
Ben Simmons from the three baby thats how much you miss
Yea yea yea yea
If i called you on the run would you answer
Pick the phone up baby girl you got me hammered
Don't get shot up trine hit my shordi yessir
Chopper bullets make em move he not a dancer
I aint tunnin after nothin less the check first
When they come up out the crib i make em check first
Top down with the tools like I'm Dexter
30 Bullets screaming loud out a Vector

Written by:
Jarrod Figley

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