CHECK MY LICENSE ft. CLUB INDGO Lyrics

Here's my wallet, check my license

No point in being humble, nigga i'm the nicest

Throw me in Fort Knox, my touch is the midas

Might pull a Lambo off these fuckin devices

First thing's, think i'm indecisive

Cuz mad dames shout my name and flash veins

Last name sound like bank, might add change

Backsplash got mad stains, I have range

Hat kinda slanted, it look better on me

Black tee, black Lees, black team

Last week, passed trees, ask V

Snap clean, cash dreams, proceed

I'ma make friends with the ice cream man

Peeped up in his truck and he got a couple bands

Pulled up to the window with the gat in my pants

He just like me man, tryna make ends

I said, how you sell dope from the ice cream truck

Tuckin' coins and bills in that nutty chocolate chunk

Opportunity, I'm knockin' man, can't pass it up

Turn that song on cause you see me runnin' up

Add a few commas cuz you know I run it up

Hitting 50 in a 20, with my Beamer truck

I be telling Scotty to come and beam me up

That's a deep cutt to…I don't give a fuck

Pulling on the lever, showing off my luck

You not even clever, you just really suck

Sorry where's my manners, gotta shut it up

How bout you man up, you actin like my son

I said fuck it imma freestyle it

The way he dress he should be a free-stylist

Them haters still tight

Like how that short nigga still reaching new heights?

I ain't in it for the fame

But I guess where we headed it's a two for one thing

Yeah i'm in my own lane

So even if you check my license our drive ain't the same nigga

Check my wallet and check my ID

The checks real clean please check your visine

What I think, niggas can't check the timing

The top like pinnacles we see you climbing (ugh)

Pop my shit as I walk my shit (ugh)

I'll be coming for the bands in minute

Get around, we ain't making no plans

Where's the digits?

Check the stance when I'm in it

Need grands

100 grands

For the nigga

My name is Buu

I'm not even a rapper 

Please don't make me horny cuz I don't like using wrappers 

When I pop out, makes you flattered 

They like, Buu what is the matter 

I get higher than the pastor 

Fuck around and i'll come catch you

Don't tell me that you hate me i'll prolly end up sadder

(Sike)

Ion give a fuck 

PRO lookin at me asking me do I really gaf 

No, ion give a fuck 

I'm really him, better check my license

Hitting blind spots like granny in the 90s

Can't do the skinny jeans, my knots don't fit

Juelz drop jewels it's about a profit

Point me to the ice, I'm just waiting for the cube

Niggas think I'm sick, cause my shirt match my food

Hold on ms I'm here for the view

Sign my Hancock when the check come through

Lobsters on my feet got these niggas sea sick

Can barely tell time, got a watch on my wrist