Last time that I check'd (Remix) Lyrics

Last time that I check'd

You've been focused on bitches

No bread bitch how you standing on business

Last time that I check'd

Bitch I'm a young boy genius

What I gotta flex when Jehovah my witness

You at her crib, got no pussy, that ain't right

Told her when I land I'll hit the fort for the night

Said I gotta be up early tho, I gotta hit the mic

Then she went and put my chains on, she floating on ice

Nigga tried tell me show him a band and couldn't show me a stack

Last time I check'd ya'll niggas broke and y'all just put up an act

He made a couple hundred dollars, ain't know how to react

And then he blew it on a bitch and he ain't making it back

Like keep it thorough

Every time I ball good aim Tyler Hero

Put me in the light, I put them boys in my shadow

Took his bitch, hit the kitty one time

Now anytime she see me she walk past like (Hello)

Bitch you know I'm making bread, why you ask about it

If you heard some shit about me come see me about it

Last time I check'd, if it's pressure then we scrap about it

If you depressed bout being broke then we can talk about it

Last time that I check'd

You've been focused on bitches

No bread bitch how you standing on business

Last time that I check'd

Bitch I'm a young boy genius

What I gotta flex when Jehovah my witness

Last time that I check'd

You've been focused on bitches

No bread bitch how you standing on business

Last time that I check'd

Bitch I'm a young boy genius

What I gotta flex when Jehovah my witness

I ain't no gangster but I know these gangster rappers be bitches

I'm getting tired of hearing all the fucking cap in the lyrics

These niggas never creative and that shit really the issue

Niggas think that they a G cause they got one on a pistol

Lyrically these niggas dirt, I'm a big boss

Niggas saying anything online to blow on TikTok

Chatting bout the shit he did on live, niggas really soft

Now that boy got booked behind bars and got his salad tossed

You got a kid and in the streets, you ain't a real nigga

You pull a phone out and record, you in the fight nigga

Another day out in the city, made another figure

Bitch you ain't really making money, get your bands bigger

757, make bread in each city

I'm a hustler, RIP King Nipsey

I abuse the pussy, I ain't talking P-Diddy

Give her backshots, now she screaming out Ricky

Get a dime piece and I might take her to a pageant

From the DMV and shorty said she love my accent

Take her to the back, break her in half like a fraction

Fuck her in a theater, cause I know she love the action

Niggas focusing on clout that they got in high school

Now they hate on AKD because he making big moves

Niggas dressing like they wealthy, blowing money on shoes

Now they mad I got a clue and now I'm making big blues

I don't think you got the news buckaroo

If I don't like the song I ain't working with you

We got like 2 hour fore' we gotta leave to the Stu

And if you cap rap, get yo ass out the booth

Last time that I check'd

You've been focused on bitches

No bread bitch how you standing on business

Last time that I check'd

Bitch I'm a young boy genius

What I gotta flex when Jehovah my witness

Last time that I check'd

You've been focused on bitches

No bread bitch how you standing on business

Last time that I check'd

Bitch I'm a young boy genius

What I gotta flex when Jehovah my witness

You gotta flex to get a bitch, I just spit bars

Got with a Skewzie and she turned into a porn star

Last time I check'd

You tried to run up, you ain't get far

Now you salty because yo bitch is with a popstar

Last time I check'd

Last time I check'd