Check Dis - TLE Cinco, NLE Choppa

Play that, man, let that shit run, man, keep all this shit, too

Ayy, I’m up in this ho

I’m all in your ho

Ayy, I might kick your door

Yeah, trap shit

Run up on me, I’ma trap shit

Fuck nigga know we been this slap shit, ayy

Check this (Ayy)

I’m checkin' opps off the checklist (Off the checklist)

Play me a beat, wreck it (Man, I wreck it, ayy)

She in the room waitin' naked, ayy (Waitin' naked)

Pull on their block and get hectic, ayy (Uh)

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

I’m drippin' cranberry sauce like dressin', ayy

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 blessin' (Let's go)

No UFC, choppa kick like Tekken, ayy

He get to the racks, yeah, my numbers progressin'

Fuck nigga broke, that’s stressful

I got a whole lot of racks and I still cannot help him

ACS, high-class steppers

Fuckin' this ho with the Glock in my hand, fuck the dresser (Let's go)

Yeah, ayy, 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 (Ayy, ayy)

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 (Ayy, ayy)

Ayy, ayy, watch that curve, though (Ayy)

Bitch, I’m paranoid, not nervous (Ayy)

These bullets travel like service, chill or we purgin'

No nine to five, shooters workin'

Shooter gon' shoot with a purpose (On god)

A nigga 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 niggas 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

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Thottie wanna fuck us

Let’s go (Ayy, ayy)

Check this (Ayy)

I’m checkin' opps off the checklist (Off the checklist)

Play me a beat, wreck it (Man, I wreck it, ayy)

She in the room waitin' naked, ayy (Waitin' naked)

Pull on their block and get hectic, ayy (Uh)

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

I’m drippin' cranberry sauce like dressin', ayy

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 blessin' (Let's go)

No UFC, choppa kick like Tekken, ayy

He get to the racks, yeah, my numbers progressin'

Fuck nigga broke, that’s stressful

I got a whole lot of racks and I still cannot help him

ACS, high-class steppers

Fuckin' this ho with the Glock in my hand, fuck the dresser (Let's go)

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 (Skrrt)

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 (Gang)

Let’s go, man