Young Roddy

Young Roddy - Rap Check lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

And I don't fuck around with no fuck arounds

So don't fuck around with my set

(Cookin Soul)

(Verse)

I started out with nothin', but now I'm ballin'

Coach had me on the bench, but now I'm startin'

I heard they cooking beef, but they don't want it

And I don't fuck around wit no pigs tho, but I still go ham, homie

My last girl, she be trippin', but that's a pro'lem

I heard they tried to kill me, I got a choppa

Tryna make some money, like every hour

They tell me hella sack, I say my block way hotter

Cares free my cousin Mall, he in the fizz

Them pussies gave him 20 years, man hold yo head

They hate to see a nigga winnin', and that's a fact

I catch my first rap check, a bought a gat

Snitches, they don't get no pass, we make 'em starve

Yeah, that's word to Soda Slim, I play it raw

My uncle always told that nigga to keep it thrill

Cream, get that money, nigga, that dolla bill

(Hook x2)

And I don't fuck around with no fuck arounds

So don't fuck around with my set

And I don't fuck around with no fuck arounds

So don't fuck around with my set

(Verse 2: LE$)

Walkin' what you talkin', ha

Often than we talkin' buis'

Toss 'em in the coffins where we do this shit too often

All that flossin' so exhaustin', but I must continue bossin'

On that interstate I'm sippin' and I'm dippin' to New Orleans

Fuck what you sayn, it ain't neva been playin'

Came in this bitch just to win, uh

Out with the hatin', I'm datin', we scatin' like

Bring all the juice and the gin

Jump safety this automatic, that flow crazy, they gotta have it

That top shelf, y'all under average, they know webby, but I been a savage

Real shit, if you a G then you feel this

Sip with the shit, we the illest, knowin' that nigga gon' kill

Can't go to war with the realest, ain't no beginner

We been full after dinner, lookin' like you gettin' slim

Don't you remember, oh, I'm bout cold as December

Can't even know it was winter, they can strip me on the way

But my niggas got their plate

Geekin' everything they got, leavin' nothin' fo' em fakes

I don't fuck around with no hoe shit

Don't fuck around with respect

I don't fuck around with no fuck arounds

But don't fuck around with my set

Nigga!

(Hook)

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