Fuck That Check Up (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Meek Mill]

Lil' fish, yeah

If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe

We ain't gon' save you either

Hahahah

Bad lil thottie, she got bodies

I'm on perkies, she on molly

Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali

Big Rolls-Royce, no Maseratis

I'm 'bout to pull out that V12

I'ma shit on these niggas like Ezel

Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt

With the money, I know she don't mean well

Niggas running their mouth like they females

When you winning, they only wan' see you fail

When you winning, they only wan' see you lose

Niggas is stealing, I can't let 'em see my moves

Wait, ha ha, selling that cocaina (white!)

Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock)

Now we sell out arenas (lit!)

White boys say I'm genius, white girls say I'm gnarly

Did 30 bandz in Neimans, now we 20 grand at Barney's

Ever put a pop bitch on the block list, I don't pop shit

Cause I got shit, in the drop six

With a thot bitch, whole squad lit

Heard your new shit, that is not it

Whole gang with me on some mob shit

He ain't talkin' money then its nonsense

Bran got the gas, you are not lit, no way

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

We gettin' rich and these niggas sick

They need a check up (they need a check up)

I'm so lit

I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up)

Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up)

Light my wrist and my neck up (woah, woah)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up)

Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

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Ha, yeah

Back in this bitch and we litty again

I'm 'bout to land in the city again

She with the gang, he tripping again

He like: You out with that nigga again?

She gettin' cocky like: Yeah, I'm with him

Five bands, Gucci coat, rock it once

I'll never wear it again, no

[Lil Uzi Vert]

(Huh, yeah!) Gucci swag so relaxed

Louis bag with the hat, Uzi Vert with the mac

Damn, thought I wasn't, fuck you then hit your cousin

All hunnits, don't want no twenty

Stop hatin', fuck nigga get money

Fuck your bitch, hit it once

Ain't my type, give her back, uh

My Rarri, no keys like vroom

My car don't got room

Yeah, I put all of them guap in the front

Yeah, my engine in the back

Little nigga we don't talk about nothing

If that shit not 'bout the racks

Don't call my phone, don't leave no message

But that girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency

Better hit 911

Up all night, don't rest much

Spent two hunnid put the rest up

Young nigga fuck that check up

Young nigga fuck that check up

[Meek Mill]

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick

They need a check up (they need a check up)

I'm so lit

I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up)

Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up)

Light my wrist and my neck up (woah, woah)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up)

Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

Uh, my old bitch, yo' new bitch

She wanna vibe like Q-Tip, she get tagged like you it

Nigga said he wanna fade me, we ran into him

He ain't wan' do shit

I don't care what he sayin', we ain't playin'

We just came to shoot shit

Yeah, run up them racks (run it up, run it up)

I'm gettin' back (run it up, run it up)

Niggas be tweetin' (niggas be tweetin')

They gettin' smacked

Bitches be screenshottin', tell 'em to hit me on Snap

She hit me back, oh Lord, she gettin' clapped

Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando, air mattress

Going HAM-o, poppin' cash shit, Bape camo with the masses

Dirty young bull living lavish

Gets yo' mans up, go to Paris

20 grand up when the tab hit

You can tell we ain't never had shit, no way

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick

They need a check up (they need a check up)

I'm so lit

I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up)

Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up)

Light my wrist and my neck up (woah, woah)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up)

Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)

Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)