Check Quin NFN

[Intro]
Ayy, no, no, no
Hold on, gang, I'ma go run up that check, yeah
I’ma go run up that check (Yu hear mi now, Mitch Mula? Drop dat bomboclaat)
Hold on

[Chorus]
I don't got no beef with the bro
Running straight to the do'
I’ma run up that check
I done bought new Balencis
So it will look good when I step on a fuck nigga neck
You ain't got to be gangsta'
To get some respect
You gon' get what you get
That's a bet
I ain't talking computers
But all of my shooters, they really pull up with the TEC
Fuck around and get stretch
To get where I'm heading
Bitch I had to jug and finesse
Everyday VVS'n
And I still hold it down for my niggas that’s calling collect
Ain’t give a fuck bout the flex
I heard they was sleeping
But fuck it, they getting some rest
And bitch, I'm smoking the best
And I live how I wanna
No more tryna settle for less