Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Check Dis, artist - Youngs Teflon
Date 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 |