Текст песни Larry June - Don’t Check Me

[Intro]
(DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
Ayy
Shit, man
Oh damn
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
See how I'm comin', you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I told you, nigga, don't check me, mane
Nigga, check that bitch

[Verse 1]
Dippin' through the Moe 'bout to slide to the Point
In the Bay it get real so I'm movin' with this joint (Man)
Hunnid pack play 'bout to get it out the mud
Then after this, I'm bout to hit the road for a month
Tell me, have you ever drove to Vegas in a bucket?
The money was cool, I took a chance, nigga, fuck it
You flipped out on her, found out the bitch was fuckin'
But real talk, bruh, you shoulda focused on that money
A nigga gon' be a nigga, mane, a ho gon' be a ho
Get up out your feelings, man, it's time to hit the road
Chеck it out, you gotta make sure you on toes
Nowadays, man, thеse niggas be worser than hoes
Pickin' up my bitch on the way to the O'
Droptop Lambo', I'm driving it slow
Don't call me 'bout the punk rock, ho
Play by the rules, bruh, you know how it go

[Chorus]
(Nigga, don't check me)
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me
(Nigga, check that bitch)
Nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, check that bitch
(Nigga, don't check me)
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me
(Nigga, check that bitch)
Nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, check that bitch (Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay)

[Verse 2]
I told niggas years ago, quit beefin' 'bout the bitch
Buy a house out the way, put a Patek on your wrist (Numbers)
Right now I'm in the booth
After this, I'm goin' swimmin'
No matter how much money I make, I'm never gon' trick it
I'm wakin' up early and I'm takin' these walks
Two hundred for the watch without a diamond at all
Baby hit me talkin' bout bookin' a flight
You ain't my bitch fo real so I ain't spendin' a dime
You niggas is trippin', destroyin' the game
I don't owe niggas shit
You niggas lightweight lame
You niggas lightweight weenie
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm a Frisco nigga
With a different appeal
White tee, blue jeans, fitted hat to the back
Niggas know how I'm comin'
I'm everywhere with the bag
I got my money up
Now I'm chillin' in London
Fresco nigga with a whole lot of ducats

[Chorus]
(Nigga, don't check me)
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me
(Nigga, check that bitch)
Nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, check that bitch
(Nigga, don't check me)
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me
(Nigga, check that bitch)
Nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, check that bitch (Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay)