Checklist - Prznt

Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch

I’ma mark it on my checklist

I’ma roll off in a Benz

Bitch try not catch

As I be the man and you helpless, ayy

Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can

I want them hundreds in grams

Fuck up the scam

Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah

Oh-oh-ooh

Yeah (Ooh)

Oh I’ma get it

Oh-oh

47 Shots (Ayy)

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch

I’ma mark it on my checklist

I’ma roll off in a Benz

Bitch try not catch

As I be the man and you helpless, ayy

Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can

I want them hundreds in grams

Fuck up the scam

Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah, ayy

Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch

I’ma mark it on my checklist

I’ma roll off in a Benz

Bitch try not catch

As I be the man and you helpless, ayy

Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can

I want them hundreds in grams

Fuck up the scam

Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah, ayy

I just need a lighter

I’ma roll that fye up

She said she ain’t riding if we sliding out that fire truck

I’ma stay away from her

Young niggas ain’t good with birds

That sack moved get out my turn

I’ma fuck her sister first

She said I done denied

I said oh why?

She said she don’t fly with guys no ride or die

But she get piped and leave the sight like damn (Damn)

No motion this my plan (Plan)

I ran the check now who up next wait oh shit this my land yeah ayy

Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch

I’ma mark it on my checklist

I’ma roll off in a Benz

Bitch try not catch

As I be the man and you helpless, ayy

Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can

I want them hundreds in grams

Fuck up the scam

Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah, ayy

Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch

I’ma mark it on my checklist

I’ma roll off in a Benz

Bitch try not catch

As I be the man and you helpless, ayy

Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can

I want them hundreds in grams

Fuck up the scam

Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah, ayy

I’m so high but I feel so low

I be fucking bitches they be thinking they’ll blow

I don’t really wanna count the digits no more

They be talkin' bout my niggas like my niggas don’t go

I got 'em I got 'em I let 'em go down

Fuck what you thought I’m the greatest around

Drop that bitch off in her wedding ring, gown

I told you I’ll fuck you and leave you right now

Yeah, ain’t my fault tho

That I just ball whoa

I hit it off the wall tho, ain’t shopping at the mall no

I just wanna hit it from the back one time

Swear to god you better never call my line

I got all my bitches in a check like sign

And I’m tryna make a mill' off every rap or rhyme

Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch

I’ma mark it on my checklist

I’ma roll off in a Benz

Bitch try not catch

As I be the man and you helpless, ayy

Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can

I want them hundreds in grams

Fuck up the scam

Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah, ayy

Keep the talking, I don’t rest bitch

I’ma mark it on my checklist

I’ma roll off in a Benz

Bitch try not catch

As I be the man and you helpless, ayy

Yeah, she fucking with me 'cause she can

I want them hundreds in grams

Fuck up the scam

Leave me the digits, I ran, yeah, ayy