Check It Out Jay Critch

[Intro]
Ayy
Hood Fave'
Uh

[Chorus]
She braggin' 'bout that pussy, let me test it out (Hey)
Baddie tell me that it's tight, I'm tryna stretch it out (Baddie)
'Member my pockets was tight, I had to stretch it out (Stretch)
I ain't never see a check, I had to check it out (Yeah)
Now I talk that money, ain't got too much to be stressed about (Nah)
I give all my brothers every plug, play connect the dots
First class, no connected flights (Vroom)
I put two baddies on the drugs, they on connecting flights (Hey)
And my brodie ain't sellin' crack no more, but we got rocks on us (Icе)

[Verse 1]
Huh, tennis hittin', it's gon' pop on 'em (Pop on 'em)
Hood Favе' in Brooklyn Chop House with that chopper on him (Hood Fave')
She so freaky, tried to fuck me in the restaurant (What?)
Told her, "I love pussy, baby girl, but I ain't that horny" (Oh, she nasty)
Uh, bet' stay ready, ain't no damn warning (Bet' stay ready)
Me and Millz like Melo and Omari, need the Lamb' on (Damn)
Diamonds on J Cole 'cause they spittin' and they bring the— (And they bring the—)
And they bring the baddies, let me hit it in the damn morning (Let me hit it the morning)
Me and Jesto used to trap until the damn morning (Jesto)
Sixteen, I was in Balenciaga, I ain't wear Jordan's (Hood Fave')
Uh, Matches had the Mazi's (Skrrt, skrrt), so I seen foreigns (Hey)
I was fuckin' all the local hoes (Ayy, ayy), ain't never beggin' for them (Ayy, ayy, hey)