Can’t Check This

[Hook: LuMo]
Wrekless can't check this
Eating haters for breakfast
Doin' it big like Texas
And y'all can't mess with this (repeat 4x)

[Verse 1: Jet 2]
Step into the room, shut they mouth like strep throat
Pulling niggas' cards like a Visa, no check though
Soulja Boy, I'm trynna get them stacks on deck
I got amazing credit, I could spit American Express flow
One for the money, three hundred for the Spartan, nigga
Got them beezies skippin' breaths like they about to start a hiccup
I got game like I'm playing pick up
Seven shots in a row three times, nigga twenty-one
Bitch, my nigga LuMo my numero uno and-
Since we clicked up, it ain't been the same since
Nigga, penny luck. My niggie we got, plenty
Make hits like rookie pitchers
You pussy cat's milk chocolate, we'll cookie crisp ya
Cookie nigga, eating bitches for breakfast now?
I sicken the game with infectious style
And a matter of fact, I school these niggas like a faculty
And actually bitches just wanna get stung by a mac; Apple-bees

[Hook: LuMo]

[Verse 2: LuMo]
Okay, It's LuMo on the track
And you know where I be at
S.D., 6-1-9, homie it's our turn to shine
This a Wrekless anthem, so get up off of mine
'Cause the thing I would do to you...
I would serve time for
And I ain't got time to be messing around
I'm hotter than the stove and more solid than the ground
And this beat pound, yo where my dogs at?
Your homies' pussies like some little kitty cats
Me and Jet 2 making hits with no baseball bats
And we'll knock you out, call us team Manny Pacq
And you are just an ass, we call you a fanny pack
But back to the subject, you're subjective to us
And we are about the money, so in God we trust
And we are no homo, so in women we lust
And we are Wrekless, don't try and keep up with us

[Hook: LuMo]

[Verse 3: V.C.]
We Wrekless, you wreck more
We do it big, Mount Rushmore
We playing y'all like Connect Four
We do it pimp, y'all just whores
We roll hard like Tony Hawk on skateboards
And we the real guns, man you dudes' just airsoft
It's Wrekless, go on and check this
Like you got no cash or credit card to even pay for shit
We coming up like a lift
And we came to embarrass y'all like Taylor Swift
Even Kanye know we illy
And Lil Wayne'll tell you Wrekless is worth a milli
We coming at you, man we hotter than a sauna
And we got you niggas beat, Chris Brown-Rihanna
And as common as it may be
As ludicrous it may seem
We can't all be Jay-Z
But if you look into the future, you can tell by his drive
That Jet 2 will be the best rapper alive

[Outro: V.C.]
Yeah, I said that! Wrekless nigga!