Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G Check, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Date of issue: 30.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
G Check |
| I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin', |
| flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'? |
| G Check |
| I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie? |
| Asked him what his lingo, he said I don’t need no |
| G Check |
| Ran up on this nigga, finna check the boy status |
| Look him right up in his eyes like, nigga where you from? |
| Who yo big homie? |
| What block you niggas bang? |
| Who you know up on that yard, talkin' real big homies. |
| Respect all the riders, G checkin' all the phonies |
| You fuckin' with no suckas, they lying, they say they know me |
| I’m from west side (?), west side (?) |
| God bless all my ridahs, death to my enemies, |
| I’m taking niggas flags, you better leave the spot |
| For all niggas on my block, it’s like me snitching to the cops, |
| Outta line you get disciplined, better do some missions then, |
| I ain’t give my name for free, fuck I had to get it in |
| I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin', |
| flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'? |
| G Check |
| I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie? |
| Asked him what his lingo, he said I don’t need no |
| G Check |
| Nigga frontin', I’m hit him up, |
| Nigga what, we can get em up |
| Pussy niggas aint real as us |
| Just like a candle I lit em up |
| Always talking that tough shit |
| I ain’t the nigga to fuck with |
| Choppers loading up, niggas folding up, |
| Superman couldn’t duck this, |
| (?), big boss, VL is all I know, |
| Catch ya in that field hoe, |
| Steamers rolling up real slow |
| Niggas breaking out scared as fuck, |
| Tuck and tail, you a man or what? |
| I ain’t think so, cock and squeeze I’m dropping everything standing up |
| Lay down and get laid down, |
| 40 cal and they came down |
| What you claim, better say it now, |
| Got a gun better spray it now |
| Oh you will get your ass knocked off with the (?), |
| Topped off, dumb dumbs will leave you burning like hot sauce |
| I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin', |
| flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'? |
| G Check |
| I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie? |
| Asked him what his lingo, he said I don’t need no |
| G Check |
| It’s money over everything, |
| Five, four wedding rings, |
| Married to the mob, all I know is mighty brim game |
| B’s up what it do, |
| 37−62, (?) is like a fucking zoo, |
| Lions and them tigers, I be mobbing like them YG’s, |
| AK-a chopper nigga, silence when that chopper squeeze, |
| Fuck em Waka Flocka all out it’s like the new mob, |
| When we say fuck em new west, this is Brick Squad, |
| Down like I’m 'posed to be, niggas don’t get close to me, |
| I’m blood and bitch this blood’s on the set, this how it supposed to be, |
| We thuggin bitch, we supposed to beef, |
| We killin' shit, you supposed to grieve, |
| Shug Gotti tell em who got the streets (hahahaha) |
| I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin', |
| flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'? |
| G Check |
| I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie? |
| Asked him what his lingo, he said I don’t need no |
| G Check |