Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Checking Out , by - Kevin Flum. Release date: 10.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Checking Out |
| Everyday another struggle |
| You knew I’d came up with the hustle, yeah |
| Missing pieces to the puzzle |
| Help me grow a little muscle, yeah |
| Can’t complain, I can’t whine |
| Hella frugal with my time |
| I ain’t following the signs, yeah |
| Why you swallowing your pride, yeah |
| Why you talking all that shit, yeah |
| Is it because I’m doing ohh kay |
| Stackin chips, but I don’t play |
| Never settle for chump change |
| My girl got trunk space |
| Got hella pictures from her polaroid |
| Started making out in the hallway |
| I took her to the bedroom showed her no remorse |
| I’m like ohh |
| Let a guy get his bucks |
| Ain’t nobody give a fuck |
| Till everybody give a fuck |
| Why the world so sus |
| Ask me what is what |
| Ask me what I’m doing (I don’t know) |
| Used to tell them I would sell my soul |
| Now I’m like fuck it I’m on a roll |
| Making profit when I’m on the go |
| Meeting people that I thought |
| I’d never ever ever ever ever meet |
| Back when I was in the classrooms |
| Always wondering how’d that shit would be |
| Now I’m here, check it out |
| Five stars, steppin out |
| 6am, checkin out |
| To a different city, jetting out |
| Yeah |
| Yuh, look who with this |
| Say i fell off, that shits so dead |
| Making it look like you gettin no bread |
| Cause you will be workin off shit instead |
| Man, it’s okay, I don’t blame, spent my rent on a chain |
| Then I got my rent, back, I did that shit all in a day |
| Yeah |
| Flex a little but get paid a fee |
| All these haters, really hate for free |
| You clicking and I’m gettin paid |
| I can do this shit, like every day |
| Whatcha you doin with your life |
| Movin in with cho wife |
| Gotta couple kids, keepin you up every night |
| Man that shit sounds tight |
| And you told me to get a life |
| RIGHT |
| Alright sick |
| Bet’you wishin you ain’t thought with your dick |
| Bet’you wishin you ain’t grow up so quick |
| Bet’you wishin you had some assists |
| Ima sit back and light me a «J» |
| This train ain’t stoppin so stay out the way |
| I do a show then i hop on a plane |
| Sit in the front so they servin me steak, yeah |
| I like my weed real fruity, uh |
| My bitch, she got a big booty, yeah |
| Switch up the flow and go stupid |
| Man i came up in the game to make a mill and be a nuisance |
| And i like the cars, i like the clothes |
| I want some gucci, i want a rolls |
| I want a plane, i got some goals |
| You don’t even know, man you ain’t bout what i’m bout |
| While you at the house on that couch |
| I’m out making moves in the south |
| East, west, and the north |
| Packing jackets with shorts |
| This is practice of course |
| I ain’t ever too serious, i don’t fuck witchu period |
| End your shit, i’m not hearing it |
| Don’t even send it through man, i’m serious, yuh |
| (Outro) |
| Meeting people that I thought |
| I’d never ever ever ever ever meet |
| Back when I was in the classrooms |
| Always wondering how’d that shit would be |
| Now I’m here, check it out |
| Five stars, steppin out |
| 6am, checkin out |
| 6am, checkin out |