Checklist Lyrics

Checklist

I'm makin a list, I'm checking it twice

I like my bitch naughty, don't want if she nice

I want the sugar, yea I like her spice

If life is a gamble I'm rollin the dice

I'm from Atlanta, I trap out the met

I'll fuck on yo bitch without breaking a sweat

Grandma keep sayin I ain't living right

This just a checklist of my life

I'm from Atlanta but I done walked the streets of Carolinas

So much in my yellow jacket I'm starting to get Tar Heels

I ain't speaking on no Tesla, or no Bentley, 'Rari's or

Phantoms cause Ion even know how those cars feel

I call em Garfield, just big cats wit

A whole lotta mouth

Hospital bed, I'm stretching em out

Tarzan I'm hoppin straight off the couch

Shawdy can't keep all this dick out her mouth

Fuck on yo bitch we all over yo house

Hit her ass through front hole wit my

Boxers on and my stick hangin out

When I fuck I'm bout to

Give this lil bitch all that I got

Mama said don't give every bitch

Good dick But that's all that I got

I'm gassed up, you can smell the aroma

Put a cap in ya gown before you can grab ya diploma

Ya Chest showin, I'm aimin at it,

So Wear your heart on ya sleeve

My choppas be Mind blowing like its hard to believe

You know we came wit it

Like give my brother his ball back

I played short stop and

I still mob wit my ball bat