Check Dis (feat. NLE Choppa) [Remix]

Let's go, ay, ay

Check this, ay

I'm checkin' opps off the checklist

Play me a beat, wreck it

She in the room waitin' naked, ay

Pull on their block and get hectic

I'm callin' shots like a phone if they ain't get the message

I'm drippin' cranberry sauce like dressing (Yeah, NLE, bitch)

Fuck and I dip, I ain't kissin' or doin' no textin' (Ay)

A hundred Dracs up in this minivan

I'm tryna catch a man

I spin the block just like a ceiling fan

We step like marching bands

You want some smoke? This shit get critical

Critical, critical condition

.223's and AR-15's, when I shoot I don't do missin'

Yeah, Drac' in the booth, that's an OVO session

On a **** ass like a motherfucking wedgie

See, I don't talk, I don't fight, bitch, I love stretchin'

**** better think twice, we'll get this messy

My ****, they pull up, they shootin' at everything inside

I won't even leave a victim

Man, that .30 on me, I'ma up it, homie

I'ma shoot at everything, them bullets gon' rip

Check this, ay

I'm checkin' opps off the checklist

Play me a beat, wreck it, ay

She in the room waitin' naked, ay

Pull on their block and get hectic

I'm callin' shots like a phone if they ain't get the message, ay

I'm drippin' cranberry sauce like dressing, ay

Fuck and I dip, I ain't kissin' or doin' no textin'

I'm sippin' good, straight drink from Texas

She on her knee like she tryna catch a blessing

No UFC, choppa kick like Tekken, ay

He get to the racks and my numbers progressin'

Fuck, **** broke, that's stressful

I got a whole lotta racks and I still cannot help him

ACS, high-class steppers

Fuckin' this ho with the Glock in my hand, fuck the dresser

I'm all in this ho

For sure, I'm all in your ho

Got racks, but I still might kick your door

Shoulda signed for two M at Interscope, ay, ay

See-through glass on the K with the inner scope

Why you think you hard? You been a ho

Bust down left, right wrist, got me chillin', Dro

I'ma leave shit stank like some chitlins, oh, ay, ay

Watch that curve, ay

Bitch, I'm paranoid, not nervous, ay

These bullets travel like service, chill or we purgin'

No nine to five, shooters workin'

Shooter gon' shoot with a purpose, on god

A **** gon' die if I catch him, I'll burn him

I'm gettin' bread and cheese like turkey

And you're dead on the scene, no surgery

It get hot, so I'm heatin' shit up

She a freak so I'm beatin' shit up

These **** really too broke to be beefin' with us

Truckload maintenance crew, we cleanin' shit up

All of the freaks in the club wanna leave it with us

Thottie wanna fuck up

Let's go, ay, ay

Check this, ay

I'm checkin' opps off the checklist

Play me a beat, wreck it, ay

She in the room waitin' naked, ay

Pull on their block and get hectic

I'm callin' shots like a phone if they ain't get the message

I'm drippin' cranberry sauce like dressing

Fuck and I dip, I ain't kissin' or doin' no textin'

I'm sippin' good, straight drink from Texas

She on her knee like she tryna catch a blessing

No UFC, choppa kick like Tekken

I just keep gettin' to the racks and my number progressin'

Fuck, **** broke, that's stressful

I got a whole lotta racks and I still cannot help him

ACS, high-class steppers

Fuckin' this ho with the Glock in my hand, fuck the dresser

ACS, high-class steppers

Choppa cook shit like Hamburger Helper

No, you can't run, bitch

Tommy gun tear off your stomach

These bullets hot like a sauna

Bitch, I'm gunnin', check this

Bent too fast, missed my exit

I can be all way across town in the opp hood

I'm still gon' wreck it, blow his shit

Truckload shit

Hold on, bitch