Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Check Dis, artist - Youngs TeflonDate of issue: 11.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Check Dis |
| The amount of money I’m gonna be making would hurt your parents' feelings |
| Remember the class where I taught you all how to make it rain? |
| Gang, gang, gang, gang |
| That’s what I’m gonna be doing every single night |
| 67, drillers |
| Check this doe |
| Dem man don’t bang, DM man don’t trap |
| 'Dey don’t make dough |
| Put money in poles |
| Dem man there just flex with hoes |
| Juggin', juggin' all I know |
| Doing drills or a show |
| Niggas know, niggas know |
| Man slap corn at your bro |
| Unruly |
| I was in school, no books, with the sharpest tooley |
| I don’t get around with foolies |
| When we come around we won’t even wanna take your jewellery |
| Dem man not scrappy, they’re Scooby |
| Microwave or the pot |
| Turn the soft into rock |
| .44 or dat dots |
| Put your face on a top |
| M10 when I lurk |
| One popper or on burst |
| Yola straight from the Turks |
| Got both we’re breaking down herbs |
| No order |
| Man misch and mash, like Trap man taking orders |
| 'Ting came light like Smalls, can’t believe it’s not Flora |
| Got that '80s Harlem aura |
| In skengs we trust 'round 'ere don’t cross that border |
| And what’s the deal? |
| Heard dem whacked and it could be Skeng or it could be Skrill |
| Dem man like veg when beef’s getting cooked for real |
| All I need is carbs and flake when I cook that meal |
| Big clip on the side |
| You don’t know about waps |
| Long day doing trap |
| For: money, mum and dem waps |
| Up and down in dem flats |
| Trap money, get that |
| Four man, trench coat, make it rain with that MAC |
| Drive 'round and then walk |
| Make him dash like it’s sports |
| Watch him go for the wall |
| Crash it, humpty dumpty off the wall |
| Gang shit on estates |
| Gang shit on the stage |
| Big spinners or the gauge |
| Man done leaned on your estates |
| I’m from the Hill |
| We lurk for kills |
| We got shows, we got skengs, you know we trill |
| Still gripping on the heavy handgun with teeth |
| So you will get drilled |
| You know I will |
| Splash, splash for a opp boy, it’s like a lake in here |
| .22 wasn’t der, you best take a chair |
| Savages and we poled up with our jeans all flared |
| Run arff gang with the ten toes, dem man come like gears |
| See me lurking with Liquez |
| No face like I’m Reekz |
| Big machine with teeth |
| Fry a man, flee the scene |
| R6, ST, Itch will ching the place, watch him leak |
| But every day we stay working |
| Making sales for this P |
| You don’t wanna see the .44 in a four-door like my bro Dimz' |
| With knife get chinged |
| Get straight to the action, man don’t think |
| Might bring my darg in |
| Load it up, cock it back, then I go clart him |
| I do what I like, my attitude stinks, my diamond blings |
| Rolled on road |
| Three postcodes |
| 17, Drive or Bricky, dem man know |
| Step with pole |
| Who wants smoke? |
| No face no case |
| 6 unknown |
| Two bells in a gauge |
| Civilians, move out the way |
| Splash, splash, chest, back, don’t forget his face |
| Splash, splash, get cash, lay low, dodge jakes |
| Trap, trap for a better life |
| Trap hard 'til my feet ache |
| Two-door, three man, one wap, two shanks |
| Poled up so he’s getting whacked |
| Dark Knight with Peter Crouch |
| Upsuh making grands |
| This lifestyle’s fucking nice |
| Big bro whip in the kitchen |
| So I dished him the ice |
| Hopping out of the four-door |
| Two man and der’s two more |
| Niggas chatty, check the scoreboard |
| He’s been whacked already, and chinged before |
| Ching, ching then ching more |
| Don’t do a bop, we dash off |
| Fuck these opps they all poor |
| Don’t get no money, don’t get no gwop |
| Boom, boom with that dotty |
| Facetime with that shotty |
| Skid, skrr with the guys, really tryna catch a body |
| Dash when I see 'dem lights, cah they know I got somebody |
| Went jail three times, ain’t going back for nobody |