(It's a check)

I'm not selfish, I can not help it
Body look good, even better when I felt it
Body like soul food, suck you like shellfish
Murder on my mind now, I'm not Melvin
Prolly need a lawyer, prolly need a bails man
You the whole package, you don't need a salesman
Hot like Celsius, hot like Kelvin
I'll let you steal my whole rock like Elvis
Come have it, bust down in Balenci'
You a bad B, twenty one and naked, you a savage
If you let me ah-ah, I'ma stab it
Then put Chanely on your back, gotta have it
I'm about selfcare, twenty K in the Telfar, I used to be on wealth fare
She been givin' me that look
Might as well put some money on a nigga books
'Cause I know

I'm gettin' locked up
I know I'm gettin' locked up, body gettin' locked up (locked up)
She gettin' locked up, she know we gettin' locked up
We gettin' locked up
I know, I should go back to the streets
But I gotta get my peace, that "Ah" gon' die by me
I'ma kill it every time, I'ma catch a body in here
I'ma catch a body if I hit it raw
Lookin' like that, I'ma catch a body in here
I'ma catch a body if I hit it when you lookin' like that (like that)
Smell a homi' in the air (yeah)
I'ma catch a body if he lookin' like that when I hit it (yeah)
Just give me the word, I'ma pull over on this curb, let's play (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Countin' up dogshit, pourin' up darkness
Sippin' on Belaire, steerin' in the starship
Mopstick in the backseat, it's a war
Shit, fuck the police, fuck the law, livin' lawaless
Black boy joy, every season I'm flawless
I'm the reason why these niggas hated and they all pissed
Stop pocket watchin' my bag, ain't came for y'all kids
Got a dangerous mind, I'm coldhearted
I don't know if it's the history curvin' on my mind
When I think about that, I got murder on my mind
Hey, Kiki, my clarity VV, I'm reppin' the T-C
I'm stackin' up these deads, buildin' a Tiki
Really not a problem when you wanna come see me
Just drop up in, and I'ma spin to win
Keep it player, I'm not tryna put no hands on you
I'm just tryna put these bands on you
Yeah, still

I'm gettin' locked up
I know I'm gettin' locked up, body gettin' locked up (locked up)
She gettin' locked up, she know we gettin' locked up
We gettin' locked up
I know, I should go back to the streets
But I gotta get my peace, that "Ah" gon' die by me
I'ma kill it every time, I'ma catch a body in here
I'ma catch a body if I hit it raw
Lookin' like that, I'ma catch a body in here
I'ma catch a body if I hit it when you lookin' like that (like that)
Smell a homi' in the air (yeah)
I'ma catch a body if he lookin' like that when I hit it (yeah)
Just give me the word, I'ma pull over on this curb, let's play (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, brrp)

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Akeem Hayes, Ramon Ibanga Jr.