Check Me Out Lyrics

[Intro: Summrs]
(Run that bitch, Chico)
Yeah
All that f*ckin' dissin'
I'm the type to make them boys jump out your bushes with a .60 (Grrrr)

[Chorus: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
Yeah, contract killers, put on they wig and clear the business (Ahh)
I'm internet trollin' goin back and forth, yeah, with these niggas (Bitch ass niggas mane)
That's 'cause I need a cover to get blogs up out my business (Damn)
They hit my DM tryna get me to meet with Akademiks (I ain't on that )
Give a f*ck about that chain and ran that gon' feel that mop (Ha, bah, bah)
On the phone with these niggas, I was tryna get they f*ckin' drops (Aaah, these niggas drops)
I DM one these nigga's hoes, I'm tryna see if the bitch go
They can cancel all thеy shows, I'ma get his bitch to wipe his nose (Slatt)
D-I-E, didn't makе make they whole gang get on the camera and strike a pose
And my robbers cliquin' up, it's good, heard they losin' on score (Grrr)
Punched him in his shit he was 'posed to get his stick and blow (Boo, boo, baah)
You can keep that jewelry, my nigga, i'ma make sum' hit the floor (Facts)
I'ma make sum' hit the floor, them .223's gon make him choke (Them facts, them facts, them facts)
Check me out, they dead
[Verse: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
I don't want that jewelry back I'ma put them creatures in a f*ckin' hot car (f*ckin' hot car nigga)
If I wasn't one deep and I had my killers with me I would've said, "It was my fault" (Facts)
I'm sayin' like if the nigga woulda punched in my shit and my niggas would've offed him (Bah)
Yeah f*ck your people but I'm generous, niggas would've found him in a coffin (Hmm)
Man get y'all big dawgs out of my DM's, doin' all that mothaf*ckin' talkin'
Too late to squash it I'm stealin' niggas out there to go do the stalkin'
I'ma child of god but the devil talkin' to me baby, to flip them crosses
I'm of pills and my niggas in the fields see they brains gettin' nauseous (Err) Yeah, yeah, I got a bald spot on my head I think I need me a new hat (Hat, hat, hat, hat, hat)
Give a f*ck I'm creepin up sayin' tryna f*ck with that (Yeah)
Ive a f*ck about they killers get they drops and we gon' switch 'em
They said they got them Drac's with banana clips, bet we still peel 'em (Huh?)
Imma f*ckin soldier mama I'ma make them niggas feel me (Feel me man, you know how we do it man, you better than that)
All my people about drama, y'all done started sum' serious
Tell the judge I'm just a rapper, don't take these lyrics serious (Believe it man, don't take none of this serious man, this all, this all for entertainment)

[Chorus: Summrs & NBG FATTY]
Yeah, contract killers, put on they wig and clear the business (Brrr)
I'm internet trollin' goin back and forth, yeah, with these niggas (These bitch ass niggas man)
That's 'cause I need a cover to get blogs up out my business (Huh?)
They hit my DM tryna get me to meet with Akademiks (I ain't meetin' with Akademiks man)
Give a f*ck about that chain and ran that gon' feel that mop (Hah)
On the phone with these niggas, I was tryna get they f*ckin' drops (If I get that f*ckin' drop)
I DM one these nigga's hoes, I'm tryna see if the bitch go
They can cancel all they shows, I'ma get his bitch to wipe his nose
D-I-E, didn't make make they whole gang get on the camera and strike a pose
And my robbers cliquin' up, it's good, heard they losin' on score
Punched him in his shit he was 'posed to get his stick and blow (Blow, blow)
You can keep that jewelry, my nigga, i'ma make sum' hit the floor
I'ma make sum' hit the floor, them .223's gon make him choke
[Outro: NBG FATTY]
Brrr, yea we got a lot of switches on the back of these bitches man
Stop all that f*ckin' Instagram ass trollin' man, that twitter ass shit man
Yeah, we don't even got that f*ckin' social media man, f*ck man
At the end of the day, whole lot a ninja moves, slice one of these bitches neck off, errrrr

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