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Young takin' off on them percs
Young nigga puttin' in work
Young let that chopper do the murking
No Nowitzki but I leave him in the
Young niggas throwin' up sets
Us niggas running through checks
Hundred jam I no flex
Wearin' when I'm running through a check
I'm on that thing, look at this change man
I'm just running a mothafuckin' check dawg
Give me my man
This ain't no game man, look how chain hang
I'm running through a mothafuckin' check dawg

Chasing this check I'm not talking
But I my money in lockers
If I make the call just know I got shooters
Who ride like choppers
They hustle for deal in that kitchen they
A with the D like Ibaka
No medical dealer but for the right
They Actavis like a doctor
this wet, I call it rainy weather
Chopper's disconnected like not together
Truth is fly and I am not a feather
I just hold these rocks up like I'm
If your is lame then I am not the seller
She can be me it's what I'm not to tell her
Like to it low like I'm a acapella
If she here for then I am not to fill her
Give me my check if not a minute
Swangers I'm tippin', been waiter
Look a swamp 'cause everything is Gator
You don't like me, bitch you been a hater
I'm sick bitch, I'm sick I should've been a
Fuckin' me, the trunk is where I leave ya
Gon' be a minute someone relieve yah
Got this bitch like you had a seizure

nigga takin' off on them percs
Young nigga puttin' in that
Young nigga let that do the murking
No Nowitzki but I him in the dirt
Young throwin' up their sets
Us running through these checks
Hundred jam I no flex
Wearin' Nikes when I'm running through a
I'm on that same thing, look at this man
I'm just running through a mothafuckin' check
Give me my man
This ain't no game man, look how this hang
I'm just running through a check dawg

You not gettin' them racks, oh where they do at?
My neck, my wrist, my ears, and my are sittin' on wet
I told lil bitch to hop into my coupe, treat her like a lil pet
me a Vette then I wrecked it, then I copped a Bentley and wrecked it
I got real
They pull up with woolas and all kind of TEC 9s and
We talk on the phone I just tell 'em stay
My bitch she shoot, she a buddha
and Japanese
Her eyes looking
She gon' chase she capture me
These are so after me
This ice on my is so wet like it baptize me
I get that dope the Pope
While I get sex on the banana
I can't her, she better stay afloat
detain a baby for that dope
Whip it! it! 'Til I have a stroke
Cook it, throw it, it, no Ebola
Treat my dogs like no con-soda
you once I bang red, Coca Cola