check afta check ft. colum Lyrics

No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, Ohh

What, Uh, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go

Fuck ballin, I'm rappin

I need the money, so I get to trappin

Like, I hit my bro in the Pac Sun

I'm with the bros, and we trappin

I'm with my bro and we flippin

I'm on the block, flipping the chicken I'm on the block and I'm flipping the kitchen

I'm flipping my wrist man, We is forever, Bitch is you kidding? Bitch, is you kidding

I don't got time for the games I need to get bread, I need to just stay in my lane, stay in my lane

You bitches be mixy, I gotta stick me, bro I gotta stick me, Like I gotta rick me

She throwin' neck and she curvy, She throwin' neck and she curvy

Missin, your baby, it hurt me

Missin, your baby, it hurt me I ain't going again

I ain't going again, I ain't going again

I'm never gonna fuck with your manz, Never gon' fuck with your manz

You was a bitch and you moved to Japan, You was a bitch and you fly to Japan

I ain't fuck with your manz, You were my heart and you can't believe it

Bae, it don't matter the season, Bitch it don't matter the reason

How you gon' fuck with my feelings, you fuck with my heart

Movin' on for whatever the reason, Bitch is you kiddin' me

Bitch is you ready, Bitches is sippin' that pain talk, ain't give no fucks

I just needed my time, needed my time, we get the bag

I ain't fuckin' with chase, fuckin' with chase

Bankin' with you got my heart on the plank

But I'ma keep runnin' and runnin

Bitch, I be runnin' and runnin

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You throwin the neck and the neck

Bitch got me feelin my best, bitch got me feelin my best

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You throwin the neck and the neck

Bitch got me feelin my best, bitch got me feelin my best

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Pull up with the guns, Yeah I'm movin' stealth

Too many bands, can' count up my wealth

2016, got gucci my belt, 2024 gucci my polo

Rockin with bros, shh, but we in the the stole-o

Yeah, this a, this a hot car, no we can't flip those

You got bad kills and you fuckin' on big hoes

I got big money, I'm countin' them big rolls

I'm livin' fast, I can't hit the brakes

I gotta run, I run from the jinx

I gotta run, I gotta run to the chase

I gotta run, I gotta run to the pape

Like, wait, like, wait, like, wait

Like, bitch, you can't get in my face

Like, bitch, you can't get in my face

Like, bitch, you can't get in my face

Every day livin' fast, My life a movie

Bitches, tryna seduce me, bitch is a, bitch is a groupie

I started rappin, I got groupies

I'm fuckin' that bitch in the two-seat

She tryna bring her friend, but this a two-seat

Out to the bros, She actin' like toosii

Came up from the bottom, now I'm on the rise

My life amazing, you see the deal in my eyes

See me winnin, yeah, they despise

But I'ma keep goin, I'ma keep flowin

I'ma keep flowin

See your new fit, yeah, that shit stolen

Everything that you do, that shit stolen

Your bitch she be hoein, I'm already knowin

Bitch is you ready, Bitches is sippin' that pain talk, ain't give no fucks

I just needed my time, needed my time, we get the bag

I ain't fuckin' with chase, fuckin' with chase

Bankin' with you got my heart on the plank

But I'ma keep runnin' and runnin

Bitch, I be runnin' and runnin

Check afta check afta check afta check

You throwin the neck and the neck

Bitch got me feelin my best, bitch got me feelin my best

Check afta check afta check afta check afta check afta check afta check

You throwin the neck and the neck

Bitch got me feelin my best, bitch got me feelin my best

Check afta check afta check afta check