Check Shit (with Zillionaire Doe)

(WoodOnDaBeat)

It's 6 o'clock and I ain't ate, all day, I been workin'

Bag ain't addin' up, so I'm back servin' first person

Load just touched, what you want? I'm havin' flavors

But, ****, pull up now, probably won't be here later

My **** from the East just called, need a fifty-piece

10K to the stash, make two hundred off each

Good profit

Made forty bands today, still walkin' 'round like I ain't got it

No haircut, I'm just tryna reach my quota

Fuck provin' points, still rich when I get older

My **** found a plug down the way, know I'm with it

Throw the money in the pop-out mall, make 'em drop a ticket

Rap goin' good, but I love this trap shit

Made thirty racks last two months off this rap shit

Take a flight, get 'em home safe, make a fifty quick

Got 'bout four incomes, trap shit make the most sense

I'm in Cali all the time, got plugs everywhere

Show you loyal, I ain't stingy, you can eat, grab a chair

Round table with Chinese Sumanians, tryna get 'em there

Five hundred of 'em, drop my nuts, put 'em in the air

It's time to fuck the streets up one more time

Still I meet my next quota, I ain't spendin' a dime

Bro keep callin' from the feds, I can't talk on the line

Plain jane or bustdown, both these bitches mine

I blew a big bag

Been havin' since a youngin, so they been mad

I buy my bitch a kit too, came all cash

Watch me count another hundred, put it in the stash

Tryna run it up

My lil' **** hardheaded, he keep fuckin' up

New kit eighty-five thousand, ****, call my bluff

Then I blow another fifty on a plain jane

Road been gettin' hot so I stay on the plane

I'm in Cali all the time, got plugs everywhere

Show you loyal, I ain't stingy, you can eat, grab a chair

Round table with Chinese Sumanians, tryna get 'em there

Five hundred of 'em, drop my nuts, put 'em in the air

Put the paper up, I ain't seen it in like eight months

Burnt all your bridges on the list, do not front

Been gettin' money, they just paid attention, pulled a few stunts

Upped a hundred, bro told me chill 'cause we still got Runtz

Still active

Anti-cap mean I don't condone it, no cappin'

Just signed a deal three months ago, **** still trappin'

Did my background check on you, they say you just rappin'

Phone ringin', finna drop another package off

Big boy, handlin' all the business, meet him at the loft

Know it's a five out of ten, I still got it off

Five-hundred-dollar 'bows, they love what they cost

In a traffic jam

Four-forty-eight, don't know what that mean, that's a pound

We was somewhere on the block tryna smoke out a gram

Same block, we catch a ****, we takin' him down

Without a mask on

I like to pop it when I rap, this ain't a sad song

Get a **** ass picked off, put that bag on him

She been all around the city, I don't even want her

I just walked inside the bank smellin' like marijuana

In that trap mode

Same clothes all week, these my trap clothes

I just got a box off, unc' still on the stove

Been in the game since a youngin, I know how it go

I'm in Cali all the time, got plugs everywhere

Show you loyal, I ain't stingy, you can eat, grab a chair

Round table with Chinese Sumanians, tryna get 'em there

Five hundred of 'em, drop my nuts, put 'em in the air