G Check
Title | G Check |
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Artist | Waka Flocka Flame |
Album | Flockaveli |
Release Date | 2010-10-05 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] I see this nigga repping, right side hanging Flamed up, banging, what set your ass claiming? G check, G check, G check, G check G check, G check, G check, G check I ran up on this nigga, who your big homie? Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't even know G check, G check, G check, G check G check, G check, G check, G check [Verse 1: YG Hootie] Ran up on this nigga, finna check the boy's status Looked him right up in his eyes like, "Nigga, where you from? Who your big homie? What block you niggas bang? Who you know up on that yard? Talking real big homies" Respect all the riders, G checking all the phonies Ain't fucking with no suckers, they lying when they say they know me I'm from west side Bompton God bless all my riders, death to my enemies I'm taking niggas' flags, niggas better leave the spot For all the niggas on my block, it's like me snitching to the cops Out of line, you get disciplined, better do some missions, then I didn't get my name for free, fuck, I had to get it in [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] I see this nigga repping, right side hanging Flamed up, banging, what set your ass claiming? G check, G check, G check, G check G check, G check, G check, G check I ran up on this nigga, who your big homie? Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't even know G check, G check, G check, G check G check, G check, G check, G check [Verse 2: Bo Deal] Nigga fronting, I'll hit him up, nigga, what? We can get a mut Pussy niggas ain't real as us, just like the candle, I lit him up Always talking that tough shit, I ain't the nigga to fuck with Choppers loading up, niggas folding up, Superman couldn't duck this Bo Deal, big boss, VL is all I know Catch you in that field, hoe, stingers rolling up real slow Niggas breaking out scared as fuck, tucking tails, you a man or what? I ain't think so, cock it, squeeze, I'm dropping everything standing up Lay down or get laid down, 40 Cal. and AK down What you claim? Better say it now You got a gun? Better spray it now Or you will get your ass knocked off when the Glock cough Topped off, dumb dumbs will leave you burning like hot sauce [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] I see this nigga repping, right side hanging Flamed up, banging, what set your ass claiming? G check, G check, G check, G check G check, G check, G check, G check I ran up on this nigga, who your big homie? Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't even know G check, G check, G check, G check G check, G check, G check, G check You might also like[Verse 3: Joe Moses] It's money over everything, five-four wedding ring Married to the mob, all I know is Mighty Brim Gang B's up, what it do? Five, zero, five, two Thirty-seven, sixty-two, the set is like a fucking zoo Lions and them tigers, I be mobbing like them YG' AK'll chop a nigga, silence when that chopper squeeze Fuck them, Waka Flocka, All Out is like the new mob Hootie, say, "Fuck them", new West, this is Brick Squad Down like I'm 'posed to be, niggas don't get close to me I'm Blooding, bitch, this Blood's on the set, this how this 'posed to be We thugging, bitch, we 'posed to be, we killing shit, you 'posed to grieve Suge Gotti, tell them who got the streets [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] I see this nigga repping, right side hanging Flamed up, banging, what set your ass claiming? G check, G check, G check, G check G check, G check, G check, G check I ran up on this nigga, who your big homie? Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't even know G check, G check, G check, G check G check, G check, G check, G check |