4D0 Jay - Check My Feet Lyrics

Yeah, man, let me get back on that gangsta shit, man
Yeah, man, nigga know what it is with that 4oe, you heard me
And I'm like that bitch ass, nigga
Look, f*ck a shoota, I'm the one step by my lonely
Check the feet

I was the one to slide on bikes all through his hood and that's on E
Pull up with that bitch on full and I'ma leave with it on E
Yeah, I'm all the opps be makin' noise, but never outside when I creep
If you know me bitch you know, I don't back down when it's beef

And I ain't squashin' shit, might let that bitch die down, but they gon' sleep
I got them Killa's in this glizzy, stop his whip like on a P
Yeah, Ima park his whip with them bitches, brains and blood cells on the scene
I'm tryna stretch sumn, lift him up like two 45s

Big nigga, watch me flex some, bench press a nigga we can slang iron
Yeaaa I'm strapped up like a test dummy, real grave digga
Yeah, I'm bout mine, you can try, like I ain't gon' wet sumn
I been itchin' for to catch youngin, I been scratchin hard

Hold up, double back, let's get on that car
Keep a distance, don't get too far
Soon as I see him hop out, I'ma run down, nigga that's on my dog
Floatin bad, I been full of bars, clutchin bad, tryna duck the laws

And I want a hat, like my linin' wack, I ain't got a cap, I swear to God, but you knew that
Beat a bitch till they blue black, want smoke them niggas out that 4oe
On go, you bet not do that, work that cut ya, how you do that
Don't worry, nigga, shoot back, y'all potna dead

How bout y'all speak on that in y'all lil group chat, you bitch, you
And ion want just one, I want the clique too
Gon' spit him, then flip him, then zip him, then zip you
I'm like that bitch you been knew, got other shit to tend to

And leave your momma cryin' like, "baby, look what you got into"
Yeaaa, I like to hop out the whip and get it clear
Finger f*ck the glizzy when I catch him, aim above the lip
You know I do my diddy, make em two-step with that 30 stick

Everybody gon' get it, when I spin, I'm on some murda shit
Yeaaa, you know I'm swervin' with the chop came with the stock off
Easier for to twerk that bitch, and knock that niggatop off
They ain't gon' run from this bump fire that bitch and clear the block out

We swerve and knock em all off, and we got shit that shoot out golf balls

Yeah, nigga, big 4oe in this bitch, nigga, yeah, mane
Nigga know what it is with that 4oe, ya heard me, mane
Ian gotta say too much on this bitch nigga

Yeah, nigga, im back on that gangsta shit, mane
Nigga know what it is for me
Yeaa, nigga, know id go, hide in a nigga bushes
Wait for em to Come out and yeaaaa

I ain't gotta say all that, mane, I ain't gotta speak on that