Lyrics:

Young nigga taking off on them percs
Young nigga putting in that work
Young nigga let that chopper do the murking
Don't know broski but I leave him in the dirt
Young nigga throwing up their sets
Us niggas running through these checks
Hundred jam I still no flex
We ain't Nikes I'm just running through a check
I'm on that same thing, look at this change man
I'm just running through a muhfuckin' check dawg
Give me my change man this ain't no game man
Look how this chain hang
And he ran through a muhfuckin' check dawg
Chasing this check I'm not talking athletics but I keep my money in lockers
If I make the call just know I got young shooters who ride like American choppers
They hustle for [?] in the kitchen they cooking the food with the heat like Ibaka
Don't let a coke dealer but for the right paste they perscribe Actavis like a Doctor
Drop this what I call it rainy weather
Chopper disconnected like it's not together
It's the truth [?] I am not a feather
I just hold these [?] like I'm Roc-A-Fella
If your leeches [?] I am not the seller
She can be with me it's what I'm not to tell her
Like to play it like I'm a acapella
If she here for [?] I am not that fella
Give me my chicken if not a minute later
Swangers I'm tippin' I should've been waiter
Look like a swamp cause everything is Gaitor
You don't like me, then bitch you been a hater
I'm sick bitch, I'm sick I should've been a fever
Fucking with me, the trunk is where I leave ya
Don't be a [?]
Jumping like [?]
Young nigga taking off on them percs
Young nigga putting in that work
Young nigga let that chopper do the murking
Don't know broski but I leave him in the dirt
Young nigga throwing up their sets
Us niggas running through these checks
Hundred jam I still no flex
I'm just running through a check
I'm on that same thing, look at this change man
I'm just running through a muhfuckin' check dawg
Give me my change man this ain't no game man
Look how this chain hang
And he ran through a muhfuckin' check dawg
You not getting them racks, oh where they do that at?
My neck, my wrist, my ears, and my fingers are sitting on wet
I told that lil bitch to hop in my coupe, just like a lil pet
Copped me a Vette then I wrecked it, then I copped a Bentley and wrecked it
I got more shooters
They pull up with Oolas and they not tech 9s, they Uzis
We talk on the phone I tell them to stay reckless
My bitch she gonna shoot, she a boolah
Chinese and Japanese
Her eyes looking close
She gonna chase till she capture me
These keys are so half To me
This ice on my neck is so wet like it baptize me
I get that dope from the pope
While I get sex on a banana boat
I can't save her, she better stay afloat
I'll contain a baby for that dope
Whip it! Whip it! Till I have a stroke
Cook it, throw it, catch it, no Ebola
Treat my dogs with bacon no con-soda
Told your wife I bang red, Coca Cola
Young nigga taking off on them percs
Young nigga putting in that work
Young nigga let that chopper do the murking
Don't know broski but I leave him in the dirt
Young nigga throwing up their sets
Us niggas running through these checks
Hundred jam I still no flex
We ain't Nikes I'm just running through a check
I'm on that same thing, look at this change man
I'm just running through a muhfuckin' check dawg
Give me my change man this ain't no game man
Look how this chain hang
And he ran through a muhfuckin' check dawg