[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
I'm like who that? Oh, he think he flexin'?
When he come to my state, homie gotta check in
He gotta check in, homie gotta check in
If he don't check in, watch when we catch him
I'm like who that? Oh, he think he flexin'?
When he come to my state, homie gotta check in
He gotta check in, homie gotta check in
If he don't check in, watch when we catch him

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
If you ain't from my city, I'm just sayin
Holla at us, let us know you on the way in
This the no flex zone, we done had enough
It's one hand washed, the other, we gon' wash you up
You gotta check in, or you getting checked
And I hope you checking with a nigga, that nigga, is respect
Drop the bag off, nigga, drop the bag off
And I won't expose you, [?] get you mad soft
You gotta check in, or you ain't gon last long
I'mma tell them little hittas to go put their masks on
They gon' take your watch off, they gon' take your watch off
They gon' take your chain off, they gon' take your chain off
Then put pictures all up on Instagram
Frontin' with your chain on, frontin' with your chain on
We watchin' who be spending money in the clubs here
Like niggas gotta check in even if they from here
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