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letra de checks - trey, the stunna

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[refrain: trey, the stunna]
yea, yea, yea

run these checks up

check

check

we stacking racks, we running checks hollup

we rolling bands, hollup, don’t mean to flex

we stacking racks, we running checks hollup

we rolling bands, hollup, don’t mean to flex

yea, yea, yea

[chorus: babyg]
big gucci bag filled with racks, yeah
you be sending shots, we send em’ back, yeah
trey he keep a .9mm
we gon’ pull up, you gon’ hide
lil b-tch, i be in the cut
i’m rolling gas, i lost my mind
big gucci bag filled with racks, yeah
you be sending shots, we send em’ back, yeah
trey he keep a .9mm
we gon’ pull up, you gon’ hide
lil b-tch, i be in the cut
i’m rolling gas, i lost my mind

[verse 1: trey, the stunna]
gotta knife, dawg i got stripes, dawg
“who talking sh-t, trey?” it’s some white, dawg
it’s some nose-wipe (wipe), that’s a slime (slime)
chopper singin’ (singin’), ginuwine (ginuwine)
i got on air ones (d-mn), cost a nine (nine)
on electric road (electric), all the time (everytime)
i be cheatin’ (nah), she be cryin’ (cry)
she tell the truth, i be lyin’ (i be lyin’)

[chorus: babyg]
big gucci bag filled with racks, yeah
you be sending shots, we send em’ back, yeah
trey he keep a .9mm
we gon’ pull up, you gon’ hide
lil b-tch, i be in the cut
i’m rolling gas, i lost my mind
big gucci bag filled with racks, yeah
you be sending shots, we send em’ back, yeah
trey he keep a .9mm
we gon’ pull up, you gon’ hide
lil b-tch, i be in the cut
i’m rolling gas, i lost my mind

[verse 2: trey, the stunna]
if you talking sh-t (savage), issa bet (issa bet)
witha profit, dawg (big racks), that’s a net (got it on score)
i got real hitters, (i got real hitters) they gravedigger (graves)
gotta stripper, (yea, yea) she a babysitter (baby, baby)
this a drawin’ (it’s pic-sso), it’s a foreign (foreign, skrrrrt)
this look fun (this looks fun), that looks borin’ (that looks dumb)
girl, stop textin’ me so much, you ‘nnoying (b-tch, stop texting me)
this bl–dy laferrari, cost a fortune (skrrt skrrrrrt)
don’t mean flex (flex), i got racks (i got racks)
got a coolin’ system, witha tec (tec, tec, tec)
if your b-tch spend the night, issa s-x (slime)
if your watch ain’t cost a hundred, it ain’t sh-t (it ain’t sh-t, slime)

[verse 3: trey, the stunna]
gotta duffle bag (duffle), and its goyard (goyard)
playin 2k (hoop), y’all are try hards (try hard, try hard)
my bag vvs (vvs), and it’s swimmin’ (swimmin’)
i’m a gang banger (gang), i’m lieutenant
gotta 40 (forty, shorty), witha 30 (thirty, thirty)
and a drum (issa dessy), y’all not ready (y’all ain’t ready)
that’s on god (b-tch on god), b-tch i’m petty (the most)
witha ton of these (issa ton), six god heavy (six god heavy, aye)

[chorus: babyg]
big gucci bag filled with racks, yeah
you be sending shots, we send em’ back, yeah
trey he keep a .9mm
we gon’ pull up, you gon’ hide
lil b-tch, i be in the cut
i’m rolling gas, i lost my mind
big gucci bag filled with racks, yeah
you be sending shots, we send em’ back, yeah
trey he keep a .9mm
we gon’ pull up, you gon’ hide
lil b-tch, i be in the cut
i’m rolling gas, i lost my mind

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