Nike Check

Lyrics

[Intro] Okay (Zekaj) Le'go [Chorus] Shit on these niggas, what I do Spent a dub on my grills, that's a thousand each tooth Got this big ass pinky ring, I spent a dub on it too It ain't even been two weeks, and went and bought a brand new coupe I made a 30K this mornin', and I ain't even leave the house All my pockets like BM, bitch, I got big racks, yeah, they fat Stretch that boy, and take it all, we call that shit pocket change My whole gang just gon' do it, like the motherfuckin' Nike check [Verse 1] I got bands in my motherfuckin' pocket They tryna take my picture, paper falling, bankroll sloppy I put the racks in rubber bands, 'causе they won't fold in a wallet Bitch, I'm big Donafizzo, you can't find no nigga hotter I just nuttеd in her mouth, she say my dick taste like Oreos Have you ever seen a Benz coupe? Pull up with some Lambo' doors We pull up, take your life away, I promise won't nobody know Then dump that lil' boy body in the woods, be where no one goes I'm a cold heart gangster, black and dreaded, but I ain't Haitian My lil' demons kidnap babies, so homeboy, watch that shit you sayin' Run up, try me, look who's spraying We shoot the kid, don't do no blanking I've been gettin' in lately, all my pockets stuffed with a dub so that [Chorus] Shit on these niggas, what I do Spent a dub on my grills, that's a thousand each tooth Got this big ass pinky ring, I spent a dub on it too It ain't even been two weeks, and went and bought a brand new coupe I made a 30K this mornin', and I ain't even leave the house All my pockets like BM, bitch, I got big racks, yeah, they fat Stretch that boy, and take it all, we call that shit pocket change My whole gang just gon' do it, like the motherfuckin' Nike check [Verse 2] Broke boy, where your bag at? Where your bag at? Pussy, where your bag at? Where your bag at? Broke boy, I got big racks, I got big racks I got big racks, broke boy, I got big racks Heard you was a rat rat, gang, don't accept that Cuz shot you, you ain't bust back, you ain't do nun' back Gang caught him, left him shitty, you feel that I told you bitches, don't play with my Crippin' you dig that C, 43, cool, I lost my ceiling You get your life took, put me in your mentions (Don't do that, pussy) 40K, spent on this Paper Route pendant (Taliban) And plus, I'm caked up for life, 'long as they print it, my bankroll in it [Chorus] Shit on these niggas, what I do Spent a dub on my grills, that's a thousand each tooth Got this big ass pinky ring, I spent a dub on it too It ain't even been two weeks, and went and bought a brand new coupe I made a 30K this mornin', and I ain't even leave the house All my pockets like BM, bitch, I got big racks, yeah, they fat Stretch that boy, and take it all, we call that shit pocket change My whole gang just gon' do it, like the motherfuckin' Nike check [Outro] Big 'Tello