Lyrics Check Dis - TLE Cinco, NLE Choppa

Check Dis

Play that, man, let that shit run, man, keep all this shit, too
Ayy, I’m up in this ho
I’m all in your ho
Ayy, I might kick your door
Yeah, trap shit
Run up on me, I’ma trap shit
Fuck nigga know we been this slap shit, ayy
Check this (Ayy)
I’m checkin' opps off the checklist (Off the checklist)
Play me a beat, wreck it (Man, I wreck it, ayy)
She in the room waitin' naked, ayy (Waitin' naked)
Pull on their block and get hectic, ayy (Uh)
I’m callin' shots like a phone if they ain’t get the message, ayy
I’m drippin' cranberry sauce like dressin', ayy
Fuck and I dip, I ain’t kissin' or doin' no textin'
I’m sippin' good straight drink from Texas
She on her knee like she tryna catch a blessin' (Let's go)
No UFC, choppa kick like Tekken, ayy
He get to the racks, yeah, my numbers progressin'
Fuck nigga broke, that’s stressful
I got a whole lot of racks and I still cannot help him
ACS, high-class steppers
Fuckin' this ho with the Glock in my hand, fuck the dresser (Let's go)
Yeah, ayy, I’m all in this ho
For sure, I’m all in your ho
Got racks, but I still might kick your door
Shoulda signed for two M at Interscope (Ayy, ayy)
See-through glass on the K with the inner scope
Why you think you hard?
You been a ho
Bust down left, right wrist, got me chillin', Dro
I’ma leave shit stank like some chitlins, oh (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, watch that curve, though (Ayy)
Bitch, I’m paranoid, not nervous (Ayy)
These bullets travel like service, chill or we purgin'
No nine to five, shooters workin'
Shooter gon' shoot with a purpose (On god)
A nigga gon' die if I catch him, I’ll burn him
I’m gettin' bread and cheese like turkey
And you’re dead on the scene, no surgery
It get hot, so I’m heatin' shit up
She a freak, so I’m beatin' shit up
These niggas really too broke to be beefin' with us
Truckload maintenance crew, we cleanin' shit up
All of the freaks in the club wanna leave it with us
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Thottie wanna fuck us
Let’s go (Ayy, ayy)
Check this (Ayy)
I’m checkin' opps off the checklist (Off the checklist)
Play me a beat, wreck it (Man, I wreck it, ayy)
She in the room waitin' naked, ayy (Waitin' naked)
Pull on their block and get hectic, ayy (Uh)
I’m callin' shots like a phone if they ain’t get the message, ayy
I’m drippin' cranberry sauce like dressin', ayy
Fuck and I dip, I ain’t kissin' or doin' no textin'
I’m sippin' good straight drink from Texas
She on her knee like she tryna catch a blessin' (Let's go)
No UFC, choppa kick like Tekken, ayy
He get to the racks, yeah, my numbers progressin'
Fuck nigga broke, that’s stressful
I got a whole lot of racks and I still cannot help him
ACS, high-class steppers
Fuckin' this ho with the Glock in my hand, fuck the dresser (Let's go)
ACS, high-class steppers
Choppa cook shit like Hamburger Helper
No you can’t run, bitch
Tommy gun tear off your stomach
These bullets hot like a sauna
Bitch, I’m gunnin', check this
Bent' too fast, missed my exit (Skrrt)
I can be all way across town in the opp hood
I’m still gon' wreck it, blow his shit
Truckload shit
Hold on, bitch (Gang)
Let’s go, man