Checkmate (feat. Lil Skies)

The Martianz (The Martianz)

VHS (VHS, VHS)

(Oh-oh)

Yeah

Saint Laurent boots for the queen

I got some racks in my jeans (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't even room for the P's

I make her holla for me (Yeah, yeah)

Told him I need some beats

Send me a pack for free (Yeah, yeah)

I hit the stu' with the team

Erryone of us a king, yeah (Yeah)

I hit record and I sit back

Never take a break, no KitKat

Yeah, yeah

I'm speakin' nothin' but big facts

Where you goin', where you get that?

Your jewelry fake as a big cap

Five percent tint on the Maybach

Pull up like, where is my KitKat?

My **** whippin' in foreigns, our pocket's enormous

We don't do nothin' but pay cash

Make sure y'all **** live when you're in the same room

Whole time you workin' nine to five

Except you out late too, yeah

The reason that you keep on trippin'

Is 'cause you ain't lace shoes (Get it)

I don't be trippin' on internet bullshit

'Cause all of that shit was some fake news

(Yeah)

We 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 bro's

****, you know the code

I'ma just gonna hit it and go

Catch up, no love to a ho

She took the low

My neck and wrist on froze

Reason my heart so

I ain't wanna leave no stain

I ain't wanna hear no lame

I ain't mean to break my bank

Then I went and got some more drip

I didn't mean to pour this drink

No, I never meant to stay in this race

Wish I never would've caught that case

We'll leave it Florida Bay

Yeah

(Ooh)

Saint Laurent boots for the queen

I got some racks in my jeans (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't even room for the P's

I make her holla for me (Yeah, yeah)

Told him I need some beats

Send me a pack for free (Yeah, yeah)

I hit the stu' with the team

Everyone of us is a king, yeah (Yeah)

I hit record and I sit back

Never take a break, no KitKat

Yeah, yeah

I'm speakin' nothin' but big facts

Where you goin', where you get that?

Your jewelry fake as a big cap

Five percent tint on the Maybach

Pull up like, where is my KitKat?

My **** whippin' in foreigns, our pocket's enormous

We don't do nothin' but pay cash

We don't do nothin' 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 (Yeah)

Lil' shawty got an attitude

I'm gonna calm her down with a couple racks

Thirteen hunnid for Amiri jeans

We be drippin' like a pint of lean

I can tell you wasn't on the team

Lame **** didn't make the league

Feel the love but they envy me

With the top shottas, I'm a MVP

Got straight heat from my enemies

They can get deceased, be a memory

Saint Laurent boots for the queen

I got some racks in my jeans (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't even room for the P's

I make her holla for me (Yeah, yeah)

Told him I need some beats

Send me a pack for free (Yeah, yeah)

I hit the stu' with the team

Everyone of us is a king, yeah (Yeah)

I hit record and I sit back

Never take a break, no KitKat

Yeah, yeah

I'm speakin' nothin' but big facts

Where you goin', where you get that?

Your jewelry fake, that's a big cap

Five percent tint on the Maybach

Pull up like, where is my KitKat?

My **** whippin' in foreigns, our pocket's enormous

We don't do nothin' but pay cash