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who gone check me - hustle gang lyrics

[hook: gfmbryyce]
boomin’, buckin’, mind your business
i set the prices in the city
dime trappin’, i’m the captain, no cappin’, i’m the greatest ever did it
who finna check me, who gonna check me f-cker
i got the check, so who finna check me
who gon’ check me now
dime trappin’ all day tell ’em check it out
who gon’ check me now
dime trappin’ all day tell ’em check it out

[verse 1: tip]
secure the bag, split it with my n-gg-s five ways
now i’m out the dealership sideways
pull up in your driveway, on a friday, my compadre
i (?), baby ready if you start it
i got bales on a dolly, at the disco, sh-ttin’ bobby yeah
white hoes in my bathroom doing lines like a polygraph
spanish b-tch with molly she like how i make her body feel
black girls just be smokin’ drinkin’ lean poppin’ percocets
take a clean (?)
pourin’, excitement needed, emergency
all the time i’m ridin’ n-gg-
talk down i be just firing
if your hoe fine, i will go try
slap her on the -ss like it’s go time lil b-tch

[verse 2: young dro]
dime trappin’, i’m a captain, ain’t no captain, make these n-gg-s start cappin’
straight dabbin’ in the latest fashion, stupid lyrics made me start rappin’
straight drop with the yola, i got bricks in pensacola
i got hoes up in tennessee, and some b-tches in the nolia
stupid head from your main broad, shawty got some insane top
man, her head so good make a n-gg- milly rock in his tank top
dro trappin’ outta bangkok
show a n-gg- how to bangkok?????????????
in the whip i’m a migo
drop top while the rain drop
big (?) standing outside
chopper drone sitting outside
n-gg- in the car talkin’ sh-t, we’ll blow his -ss out the ride
re-up get some more white
f-ck around get your new wife
white b-tch look like snow white
pow pow, for the full pipe

[verse 3: translee]
gotta say the boy the illest
ain’t no cure for my sickness
big smoke behind a gang member, did in on the hustle gang business
got the forty when i’m down in houston, and i make it sing like whitney
my b-tch trippin’ bout the sh-t i’m sippin’
she like baby you f-ckin’ up your kidneys

[verse 4: yung booke]
hop out the bentley i don’t got a suit on, but i came to handle my business
f-ck how you feeling, and how you coming (?)
put it on him, answer the front door like e jehova’s witness
they diggin’ i’m dippin’, dippin’ and dabbin’ in brand new givenchy
(?)
i get cake, percocet and lean (h-ll yeah)
(?) ain’t got nothing to do with me yah
i used to slang that ghetto d like master p yah

- hustle gang lyrics

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