Check Wit It

[Verse 1: Tee Grizley]

[?] just put diamonds on [?]

I be [?] that's when I sleep

I don't got no problems in these streets

Drop a couple dollars on my beef

I get off parole in a couple months

Soon as I get off, I'm rolling the blunt

The chopper big as fuck, you can fold the bitch up

Nigga rob my nigga Buck, and he toast some shit up

My niggas making [?] we don't do no [?]

Fuck a bitch and send her home, we don't do no chilling

[?] drop the top, we don't do no ceelings

[?] couldn't even feel it

[Chorus: Young Buck]

Real shooter catch a body, bitch you never did

Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it

I got a check with it

Yeah I got a check with it

Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags

My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad

Now I got a chеck with it

Now I got a check with it

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]

Break a brick down with my bear hands

[?] won't do shit to mе, I got that pole on me

[?], you can't tell on me, I got some shells on me

We got bail money, cause that nigga Buck keep bails on him

Rock out, Imma move that work until I clock out

TK had no guns around him, so you gon get knocked out

[?] my chopper flip a nigga [?]

Top shotta, knock off your [?]

Hold up nigga, let me get poured up, check out my [?]

[?] soon as we showed up

More bread than cold cuts

[?] chopstick [?] drop shit

So you can't stop shit

Thot bitch, get her top split

She [?]

[Chorus: Young Buck]

Real shooter catch a body, bitch you never did

Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it

I got a check with it

Yeah I got a check with it

Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags

My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad

Now I got a check with it

Now I got a check with it

[Verse 3: Young Buck]

I just left my celly with a half a brick

Had to pay my thick [?] to grab the shit

Only nigga on the yard used to have this shit

They say I'm trappin a lil too hard, I'm not the average

Bitch come check my paperwork, and tell me what the savage is

I just left a million dollars in my mama matress

I just bought a thousand choppers, test them out with all my partners

All my niggas think they shottas, catch a [?] and catch a body

Soldier rags, [?] shit

Neighborhood talk, it's that mob shit

This that [?], [?] bitch

This that gang gang, this that [?] shit

[Chorus: Young Buck]

Real shooter catch a body, bitch you never did

Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it

I got a check with it

Yeah I got a check with it

Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags

My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad

Now I got a check with it

Now I got a check with it