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Fuck That Check Up (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Meek Mill, Lil Uzi Vert21 Jul 2017

Fuck That Check Up (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) Lyrics

Fuck That Check Up - Meek Mill/Lil Uzi Vert

Written by: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 sh*t 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 steal and 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 b**ch on the block list I don't pop sh*t

Cause I got sh*t in the drop six

With a thot b**ch whole squad lit

Heard your new sh*t that is not it

Whole gang with me on some mob sh*t

He ain't talkin' money then it's nonsense

Bran got the gas you are not lit no way

F**k that check up f**k that check up

F**k that check up f**k 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 f**ked that b**ch as soon as I met her soon as I met her

F**k that check up f**k it up

Young ni**a f**k that check up young ni**a young ni**a

F**k that check up f**k it up

Light my wrist and my neck woah woah

F**k that check up f**k it up

Young ni**a f**k that check up f**k that check up

F**k that check up f**k that check up

F**k that check up f**k it up f**k it up

F**k that check up f**k that check up

F**k that check up f**k it up f**k it up

Ha yeah

Back in this b**ch 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 ni**a again

She gettin' cocky like

Yeah I'm with him

Five bands Gucci coat rockin' 1s

I'll never wear it again no

Huh yeah Gucci swag so relaxed

Louis bag with the hat Uzi Vert with the mac

 

D**n thought I wasn't f**k you then hit your cousin

All hunnits don't want no twenty

Stop hatin' f**k ni**a get money

F**k your b**ch 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 ni**a we don't talk about nothing

If that sh*t 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 ni**a f**k that check up

Young ni**a f**k that check up

 

F**k that check up f**k that check up

F**k that check up f**k 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 f**ked that b**ch as soon as I met her soon as I met her

F**k that check up f**k it up

Young ni**a f**k that check up young ni**a young ni**a

F**k that check up f**k it up

Light my wrist and my neck woah woah

F**k that check up f**k it up

Young ni**a f**k that check up f**k that check up

F**k that check up f**k that check up

F**k that check up f**k it up f**k it up

F**k that check up f**k that check up

F**k that check up f**k it up f**k it up

 

Uh my old b**ch yo' new b**ch

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

Ni**a said he wanna fade me we ran into him

He ain't wan' do sh*t

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

We just came to shoot sh*t

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

 

B**ches be screenshottin' tell 'em to hit me on Snap

 

She hit me back oh Lord she gettin' clapped

 

Ever f**k a bad b**ch in the bando air mattress

Going HAM-o poppin' cash sh*t 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 sh*t no way

F**k that check up f**k that check up

F**k that check up f**k 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 f**ked that b**ch as soon as I met her soon as I met her

F**k that check up f**k it up

Young ni**a f**k that check up young ni**a young ni**a

F**k that check up f**k it up

Light my wrist and my neck woah woah

F**k that check up f**k it up

Young ni**a f**k that check up f**k that check up

F**k that check up f**k that check up

F**k that check up f**k it up f**k it up

F**k that check up f**k that check up

F**k that check up f**k it up f**k it up

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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