
Check On Me T9ine (Ft. Polo G)
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[Chorus: T9ine]
I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me
Glizzy'd up, who fightin'? No, we ain't fightin'
Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me
I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please (Strizzy)
[Verse 1: T9ine]
Pulled up on that dumb shit, we love that nonsense
When I put fifty on my wrist, they gon' be upset
And she already in her feelings, we ain't fuck yet
And like MC, I keep a hammer, you can't touch this
It ain't no telling what we in for, I'm smoking endo
We slide with cutters, hit his house, knock off his kinfolk
He want smoke, I'm hollering 10-4, I might let ten go
Paper route, ain't going broke, no, I can't trust a ho
This the life of a youngin who ain't goin' for nothin'
Night and day, he be clutchin', don't even think about runnin'
If it's fuck me, then fuck ya, niggas really busters
Can't knock me out my hustle, bitch, I'ma get some money
[Chorus: T9ine]
I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me
Glizzy'd up, who fightin'? No, we ain't fightin'
Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me
I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please
I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me (You don't like)
Glizzy'd up, who fighting? (Who fightin'?) No, we ain't fighting
Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me
I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please
I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me
Glizzy'd up, who fightin'? No, we ain't fightin'
Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me
I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please (Strizzy)
[Verse 1: T9ine]
Pulled up on that dumb shit, we love that nonsense
When I put fifty on my wrist, they gon' be upset
And she already in her feelings, we ain't fuck yet
And like MC, I keep a hammer, you can't touch this
It ain't no telling what we in for, I'm smoking endo
We slide with cutters, hit his house, knock off his kinfolk
He want smoke, I'm hollering 10-4, I might let ten go
Paper route, ain't going broke, no, I can't trust a ho
This the life of a youngin who ain't goin' for nothin'
Night and day, he be clutchin', don't even think about runnin'
If it's fuck me, then fuck ya, niggas really busters
Can't knock me out my hustle, bitch, I'ma get some money
[Chorus: T9ine]
I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me
Glizzy'd up, who fightin'? No, we ain't fightin'
Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me
I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please
I keep a check on me like Nike, so you don't like me (You don't like)
Glizzy'd up, who fighting? (Who fightin'?) No, we ain't fighting
Might just push the Bimmer high-speed, this shit excite me
I'm like what the lick read? Just give me cheese, please
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