Check Wit It

[Verse 1: Tee Grizley]
[?] just put diamonds on [?]
I be [?] that's when I sleep
I don't got no problems in these streets
Drop a couple dollars on my beef
I get off parole in a couple months
Soon as I get off, I'm rolling the blunt
The chopper big as fuck, you can fold the bitch up
Nigga rob my nigga Buck, and he toast some shit up
My niggas making [?] we don't do no [?]
Fuck a bitch and send her home, we don't do no chilling
[?] drop the top, we don't do no ceelings
[?] couldn't even feel it

[Chorus: Young Buck]
Real shooter catch a body, bitch you never did
Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it
I got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad
Now I got a chеck with it
Now I got a check with it

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Break a brick down with my bear hands
[?] won't do shit to mе, I got that pole on me
[?], you can't tell on me, I got some shells on me
We got bail money, cause that nigga Buck keep bails on him
Rock out, Imma move that work until I clock out
TK had no guns around him, so you gon get knocked out
[?] my chopper flip a nigga [?]
Top shotta, knock off your [?]
Hold up nigga, let me get poured up, check out my [?]
[?] soon as we showed up
More bread than cold cuts
[?] chopstick [?] drop shit
So you can't stop shit
Thot bitch, get her top split
She [?]

[Chorus: Young Buck]
Real shooter catch a body, bitch you never did
Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it
I got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad
Now I got a check with it
Now I got a check with it

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I just left my celly with a half a brick
Had to pay my thick [?] to grab the shit
Only nigga on the yard used to have this shit
They say I'm trappin a lil too hard, I'm not the average
Bitch come check my paperwork, and tell me what the savage is
I just left a million dollars in my mama matress
I just bought a thousand choppers, test them out with all my partners
All my niggas think they shottas, catch a [?] and catch a body
Soldier rags, [?] shit
Neighborhood talk, it's that mob shit
This that [?], [?] bitch
This that gang gang, this that [?] shit

[Chorus: Young Buck]
Real shooter catch a body, bitch you never did
Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it
I got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad
Now I got a check with it
Now I got a check with it