Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Check It Out, artist - Chief Keef. Album song Camp GloTiggy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: GLO GANG, RBC
Song language: English
Check It Out |
Zaytoven |
Ayy, check it out, nigga |
Check it out, nigga, ayy, ayy |
Bang, Sos', baby, yeah, baby |
Ayy, go, ayy, go, pew, pew |
Ayy, go, yeah, baby |
Ayy, go, go |
You got some money for me? |
Check it out |
I’m icy, know I had to bring the necklace out |
I saw a bitch, I told that bitch to check it out |
I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out |
I’m in your city for a day, bitch, check it out |
Too late, bitch, I’m already checking out |
The cops pull up on me, they like, «Check it out» |
Glad my shit was tucked and I ain’t have the weapon out |
Hit the dealership like, «Check it out, my doors creep me out» |
Told my Glock .40, «Ayy, check it out, these hoes creep me out» |
These niggas eat these hoes out, ayy, these hoes eat me out |
These bitches be geeking every time they ass see me out |
Want smoke, check it out, checking in, checking out |
Check it out, my whip sound like he just went to bed just now |
It said vroom, sound like it was snoring, had to check it out |
Check in at the doctor, get the script, then I’m checking out |
You got some money for me? |
Check it out |
I’m icy, know I had to bring the necklace out |
I saw a bitch, I told that bitch to check it out |
I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out |
I’m in your city for a day, bitch, check it out |
Too late, bitch, I’m already checking out |
The cops pull up on me, they like, «Check it out» |
Glad my shit was tucked and I ain’t have the weapon out |
Hit the doctor for a checkup then I’m checking out |
Why you steady looking at me? |
Bitch, check it out |
She step outside the box then I check her out |
Like a halfway house, I’m checking in, checking out |
I’m checking my car for bugs, checking my car for dubs |
I’m checking my car for change just to give to the club |
Foenem check the spot out, we gon' come through, line 'em up |
Check 'em in a torture house, drown his ass, tie him up |
I check my money, better be right when I count it up |
I go to sleep, what the fuck I see? |
Cap and Blood |
Foenem said they had to check and make sure that I’m acting up |
Feet hit the concrete, hopping out the swan doors |
I got a package coming in, I was checking the time for it |
These Louis shades, lil mama, these ain’t no Tom Fords |
Your bitch was checking me out, soon as I walked in the door |
I was checking for racks, for cheese, for green, for lawn mowers |
Go and get some Margielas, no need to see the Concords |
I’m checking for cowards, for boolers, the shooters, the nine blowers |
I’m checking on foenem, they cooling, they booling with nine whores |
Smoking on dope, I’m cooling, I be smoking that mind blower |
I come through, I’m checking on checks, yeah, I’m checking for mine, boy |
I ain’t checking for hoes, I get my box and check up, boy |
I ain’t checking for you, you sitting on your ass, get up, boy |
I’m checkin' Saks and bill direct, Margielas and marble floors |
You got some money for me? |
Check it out |
I’m icy, know I had to bring the necklace out |
I saw a bitch, I told that bitch to check it out |
I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out |
I’m in your city for a day, bitch, check it out |
Too late, bitch, I’m already checking out |
The cops pull up on me, they like, «Check it out» |
Glad my shit was tucked and I ain’t have the weapon out |