Run My Check Up Jackboy (Ft. Kodak Black)

[Hook: Jack Boy]
This shit ain't just happen overnight
It took time for me to run my check up
Puttin' in work, can't cheat the grind
It took time for me to run my check up
Keep the 45 when I slide
Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin' it's my time
I'm in my prize, I'm bout to run my check up
Run my check up, I'mma run my check up
Run my check up, I'm bout to run my check up
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh

[Verse 1: Jack Boy]
Run the check up, I'm bout to overlap ya
Finessin', had to overtax ya
Dress classic, but I'm totin' ratchets
No license, still dippin' through traffic
Ride with my youngins
At the red light, green light we dumpin'
Trap still jumpin', licks still comin'
Had to make something outta nothing
In and outta cells, been through hell
I was 14, sittin' in jail
I ain't tell, kept my lips sealed like mail
Want beef? I give shells, I give [?]
Can't get you, get your momma
Or get your father, cut him up like a barber
Rock on my hip, totin' Sean Carter
Jumped in the game late, should've been a starter
When I get mad, I get trigger-happy
Move off impulse, lose by fetti
Blow the fetti
My do a show and drop four g's, thirties on a Chevy
Or drop Larry, mouthpiece scary
Real rap, real life, no Tyler Perry
Stopped smokin' weed, still on molly
Jackboy, he a jigga-holic
Pull up in that what you call it?
Two Glock shorty, clip hold 30
Try and cross me like you Curry
Put 30 in your jersey
I'm not servin', bitch I'm lurkin'
Me and Bill in a suburban
Up the road, window pokin'
Schemin', 7 in the mornin'
Bitch I'm on it, bitch I'm on it
I just booted on the monkey
Now you wanna be my homie?
Nah, I'm staright, I got this on me
Sniper!