Checkmate

[Intro: Sprite Lee] The Martianz Yeah [Chorus: Sprite Lee] Saint Laurent purse for the queen, I got some racks in my jeans (yeah-yeah) Ain't even room for the P’s, I make her hollar for me (yeah-yeah) Told him, "Might need some beats, send me a pack for the free"(yeah-yeah) I hit the stu' with the team, everyone of us a king, yeah I hit recline and I sit back, never take a break, no KitKat, yeah-yeah I'm speaking nothing but big facts, where you goin’, where you get that? Your jewelry fake that's a big cap, 5% tint on the Maybach Pull up like where is my kit-kat? My niggas' whippin the foreigns, our pockets enormous We don't do nothing but pay cash [Verse 1: Sprite Lee] Make sure y'all niggas alive when you're in the same room Whole time you workin' 9-5, except you out late too, yeah The reason that you keep on trippin' is cause’ you ain’t lace shoes I don't be trippin’ on internet bullshit 'cause all of that shit was some fake news Who got the suicide-suicide doors, some models at the crib and they naked on the floor Walkin' around on the tip of they toes, but don't call her phone, she get done by the bros ’Cause you know the code, I'm just gonna hit it and go Can't show a love to a hoe She took the low, my neck and wrist on froze She took my heart so low I don't wanna leave no stain I don't wanna hear no lame I didn't mean to break my bank Then I went and got some more drip I didn't mean to pour this drink But I've never meant to stay in this place Wish it never would've caught that case We'll leave that for the blame Yeah [Chorus: Sprite Lee] Saint Laurent purse for the queen, I got some racks in my jeans Ain't even room for the P's, I make her hollar for me Told him, "Might need some beats, send me a pack for the free" I hit the stu' with the team, everyone of us a king, yeah I hit recline and I sit back, never take a break, no KitKat, yeah-yeah I'm speaking nothing but big facts, where you goin', where you get that? Your jewelry fake that's a big cap, 5% tint on the Maybach Pull up like where is my cake at? My niggas' whippin the foreigns, our pockets enormous We don't do nothing but pay cash [Verse 2: Lil Skies] We don't do nothing but pay cash Now I just pulled up in a Maybach I'ma bust on that bitch, where her face at? I'ma fuck around, give her a face tat All these drugs we can never relapse Smokin' gas always keep a good batch Lil' shorty got an attitude, I'm gonna calm it down with a couple racks Thirteen hundred for a Amiri jeans We be drippin' like a pint of lean I can tell you wasn't on the team Lame nigga didn't make the league Feel the love, but they envy me with the topshotters, I'm an MVP Got straight heat from my enemies They can get deceased, be a memory [Chorus: Sprite Lee] Saint Laurent purse for the queen, I got some racks in my jeans Ain't even room for the P's, I make her hollar for me Told him, "Might need some beats, send me a pack for the free" I hit the stu' with the team, everyone of us a king, yeah I hit recline and I sit back, never take a break, no KitKat, yeah-yeah I'm speaking nothing but big facts, where you goin', where you get that? Your jewelry fake that's a big cap, 5% tint on the Maybach Pull up like where is my cake at? My niggas' whippin the foreigns, our pockets enormous We don't do nothing but pay cash