Check Dis (Remix) TLE Cinco (Ft. NLE Choppa)

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[Intro: TLE Cinco & NLE Choppa]
Let's go
Let's go, ayy, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: TLE Cinco & NLE Choppa]
Check this (Ayy)
I'm checkin' opps off the checklist (Let's go)
Play me a beat, wreck it (Ayy)
She in the room waitin' naked (Ayy)
Pull on their block and get hectic (Uh)
I'm callin' shots like a phone if they ain't get the message (Yeah)
I'm drippin' cranberry sauce like dressin' (NLE, bitch)
Fuck and I dip, I ain't kissin' or doin' no textin'
[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, a hundred Dracs up in this minivan (Uh, huh)
I'm tryna catch a man
I spin the block just like a ceiling fan (Spin it, spin it)
We step like marching bands (Yeah, yeah)
You want some smoke? This shit get critical, critical, critical condition (Bitch)
.223's and AR-15's, when I shoot, I don't do missin' (Brrt)
Yeah, Drac' in the booth, that's an OVO session (Uh)
On a nigga ass like a motherfuckin' wedgie (Bitch)
See, I don't talk, I don't fight, bitch, I love stretchin'
Nigga better think twice, we'll get this messy (Bitch)
My niggas, they pull up, they shootin' at everything inside (Brrt)
I won't even leave a victim
Man, that .30 on me, I up it, homie (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma shoot at everything, them bullets gon' rip (Yeah, yeah)