Checked in Lyrics

Like, wsp

Been a minute

Ain't call you, ain't text you

How you feeling

I don't talk to no hoes, yeah

Margiela clothes

Thee boy, they hoes

We smokin on doulja, yeah

Put down my phone

This feel like home

Turned into my whole world

Get down, and get fly

Issa bloody side

Get so high, and everything look sci-fi

Boy, go ahead, boy

Wan get out his head, so he use his voice

Trust in the divine

She blowin a chime

Climbin me like vine

Six second, rewind

Chillin, smokin pine

Baby, I be blind, yeah

We locked in a bind, yeah

Swear to god, I'm trying

All this time be flying

I just seen you crying

Baby, I'm a lion

Why would I be lying

See you choosing sides, and

Super size it, giant

I'm reaching a high end

Tired of replying

Like, wsp

Been a minute

Ain't call you, ain't text you

How you feeling

I don't talk to no hoes, yeah

Margiela clothes

Thee boy, they hoes

We smokin on doulja, yeah

Put down my phone

This feel like home

Turned into my whole world

Intuition jumpin

I'm pushing on buttons

I'm too high or something

And the bass is punchin

Love you more, than you love me

When you come around, I can't help that, I start feeling jumpy

I'm not tryna be no junkie

Say it louder, Nomad gang, yeah

They ain't see me for a minute, I been David Blaine, yeah

One day, Ima be in diamonds, but I won't be chained up

Man I swear I got the fineset baby, don't wan change nun

Yeah

Like wsp

Been a minute

I ain't call you

I ain't text you

How you feeling, yeah