Joe Moses - G Check lyrics

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Joe Moses - G Check lyrics

[Hook- Waka] I see this n***a reppin', right side hangin', flamed up bangin', what set your a** claimin'? G Check, G Check, G Check, G Check, G Check, G Check, G Check, G Check I ran up on this n***a, who ya big homie? Ask him what his lingo, he said I don't need to no G Check, G Check, G Check, G Check, G Check, G Check, G Check, G Check [Verse1- YG Hooti] Ran up on this n***a, (n***a!) Finna' check the boys status (What's happenin'?) Looked him right up in his eyes like n***a where you from? Who yo big homie? (What's happenin'?) What block you n***as bang? (Whoo!) Who you know up on that yard? Talkin' real big homies Respect all the riders, G checkin' all the phonies Ain't f**in' with no s**as They lyin' when they say they know me I'm from West Side Bompton (West Side Bompton) God bless all my riders, d**h to my enemies I'm takin' n***as flags, n***as better leave the spot For all the n***as on my block, it's like me snitchin' to the cops Out of line, you get disciplined Better do some missions, then I didn't get my name for free f**, I had to get it in [Hook] [Verse 2- Bo Deal] n***a frontin ill hit em up n***a what? We can get a mut p**y n***as ain't real as us Just like the candle, I lit him up Always talkin' that tough sh** I ain't the n***a to f** with Choppas loadin' up, n***as foldin' up Superman couldn't duck this Bo Deal, big boss VL is all I know Catch you in that field, ho Stingers rollin' up real slow n***as breakin'out scared as f** Tuckin' tails, you a man, or what? I ain't think so co*k it, squeeze I'm droppin everything standin' up Lay down or get laid down 40 cal and AK down What you claim? Better say it now You got a gun? Better spray it now Or you will get your a** knocked off when the Glock cough Topped off Dum-dums will leave you burnin' like hot sauce [Hook] [Verse 3- Joe Moses] It' money over everything Five-four weddin' ring Married to the Mob All I know is Mighty Brim Gang B's up, what it do? Five zero, five two Thirty-seven, sixty-two The set is like a f**in' zoo Lion and them tigers I be mobbin' like them YGs AK a chop a n***as Silence when that choppa squeeze f** 'em, Waka Flocka All out is like the new mob Hootie say f** em, New West, this is Bricksquad Down like I'm 'posed to be n***as don't get close to me I'm bloodin', b**h This blood's on the set, this how this supposed to be We thuggin', b**h, we 'posed to be We k**in' sh**, you 'posed to grieve Chill Gotti tell 'em who got the streets haha [Hook]