Chec Chec Bobby Creekwater

[Intro]
Okay
Back on my shit there, man
Yeah
Doin' what I does
Uh, yeah
[?] like I'm doin' it for TV, nigga
Uh, Sh-sh-Shady
Ay Em, they gotta fuck with us on this one
Yeah, I mean [?]
Okay

[Verse 1]
I'm not a trap boy, I ain't a drug dealer
But I'm a sucker for the art, hey, I'm in love, nigga
Married to her with no pre-nup, late nights, we up
And she got game, nigga, D up, she up
Reefer in my system anytime I'm 'bout to do her
Why tell you I'm the shit when you can see that I'm manure?
Clearly, Shady Records, nigga, you don't hear me
Labels on my back, other labels on that crack
Give the budget to a nigga choosin' fiction ovеr facts
Murder anyone not choosing this one ovеr that one
Green coupes, in theory, I like the black one
Not a billionaire but I have made plans to stack one
King Mathers on the motherfuckin' boomtick
Shady Records, homie, we on that platoon shit
Can't nobody let the air out my balloon, pimp
I'm on fire [?] you niggas is room temp