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letra de g check - am

[intro]
might wanna g-check man on your team ’cause you lot don’t ride for the—
might wanna g-check man on your—
a2r beatz

[chorus]
might wanna g-check man on your team ’cause you lot don’t ride for the ones that bleed
’round here we’re very okay, man fling that corn anytime man need
plus rambo, he ain’t got no seed, when i beat my corn everyting get breed
now i gotta g-check all of my sons, and it breaks my heart cah they look like me
might wanna g-check man on your team ’cause you lot don’t ride for the ones that bleed
’round here we’re very okay, man fling that corn anytime man need
plus rambo, he ain’t got no seed, when i beat my corn everyting get breed
now i gotta g-check all of my sons, and it breaks my heart cah they look like me

[verse 1]
swing this shank at a diligent angle, see his headback split like sandals
i ain’t even one for the one for the talking, see the room get lit like candles
new gb in the four-door motor, man spot that, spin it, he scrambled
watch what i done, can’t put it online, i’m afraid that i might get canceled (f-cking h-ll)
you ain’t never been to the opp block, dropped off corn that’s bigger than ankles
any beef that he got, it’s handled, left man’s insides looking all tangled
better run when the ting gets strangled, why? cah the shotgun spits out gandules
these tools never came with manuals, some might jam, it’s really a gamble
and i walk through the opp block comfy, sure that i got shots that live ’round there
ain’t got a shank but it won’t compare to the rusty 4’s that i got right here
they ain’t on sh-t, i’m very aware
chat man’s name, let’s see if i care
bun up cutlery live in the flesh, that’s 21 wounds, i ain’t doing him dead
i can never argue the feds online cah i get ’round there, i ain’t got no rights
ride that wagon, it ain’t got no lights
bun that whip, i ain’t got no choice
mad thoughts in my head like lice, country road, i ain’t got no price
[?] got your guy, then you lied to the net, you ain’t got no pride
[chorus]
might wanna g-check man on your team ’cause you lot don’t ride for the ones that bleed
’round here we’re very okay, man fling that corn anytime man need
plus rambo, he ain’t got no seed, when i beat my corn everyting get breed
now i gotta g-check all of my sons, and it breaks my heart cah they look like me
might wanna g-check man on your team ’cause you lot don’t ride for the ones that bleed
’round here we’re very okay, man fling that corn anytime man need
plus rambo, he ain’t got no seed, when i beat my corn everyting get breed
now i gotta g-check all of my sons, and it breaks my heart cah they look like me

[verse 2]
get down wh0res and we frighten mums, like, “sorry, i don’t care i just want your son”
everyone knows i’m a local tug, don’t f-ck with the 4’s cah the 4’s get bun
man seen home and you know that’s love, and they call my phone when you need some guns
anytime, anywhere, little bro i’m on, like ring-da-da-ding and you know i’ll come
girls on me but it makes me sick, when they don’t hold waps but they hold them d-ck
better go to your house in a 436, don’t open the bag, are you taking the p-ss?
if the feds come through then we doing her six, don’t open your mouth ’cause i know where you live
man can talk ’bout the finer tings if i’m tryna be down for the guys who shift
came with pride, you ain’t leaving with it, put the wap to your head, you don’t need to resist
shush with the wooshing, we ain’t speaking with it, and i need answers, you ain’t pleading the fifth
there’s a chance that i won’t get away, but i know bro would ’cause i know how he is
twenty-three on the brain, that’s home and away twelve pace that the feds wouldn’t know exists
f-ck with the 4’s, get bun, headback beating, look at this c-nt
man don’t care ’bout who’s on what, man know anyting grrt get love
love for the get-backs, 1 of 1 drive
somehow thought i ain’t said it enough
up talk n-ggas still getting it live, when i crash that road, they’re getting it tough
[chorus]
might wanna g-check man on your team ’cause you lot don’t ride for the ones that bleed
’round here we’re very okay, man fling that corn anytime man need
plus rambo, he ain’t got no seed, when i beat my corn everyting get breed
now i gotta g-check all of my sons, and it breaks my heart cah they look like me

[outro]
might wanna g-check man on your—
’cause you lot don’t ride for the ones that—
’round here we’re—
might wanna g-check man on your team ’cause you lot don’t ride for the ones that bleed

- am

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