Chris Rivers - Straight G Check lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Rivers] A pencil, a pen or a Glock, not the original But sh** I gotta give 'em some props It's the umbilical, been biblical, the pinnacle top But every syllable from criminals are pits full of thoughts Gotta give 'em the rock You're talking [?], I'm talking flicking a shot You n***as running, but you really on ellipticals knot Up in my visual, my minimal is k**ing your top My spit is critical in p**y, but I licked a few twats I guess you ain't what you eat though Beat a couple beats, I'm loose leaf in the beats flow Bunch of whack rappers tryna fill up my bistro Pay respect to the west vets, but the dragons from east coast Lean doe, tell these Spanish cat they wanna fill up on my [?] While my mozzarella getting cheese like it's Cheetos Most the greatest rappers are retired of the sea so Riding through the game on my bike like its deebo Falling back on that a** I miss the days when pops had the glissy Glock in the stash Potato barrel turn your noggin to mash Beef was real, grade A, I had a ba*tard like Nas For the hash tags, sagging a** with hash in the bag I said it C-R abbreviated R-I-V-E-R stands for ripping insane verses send you to E-R's Apostrophe S, no atrocities yet When n***as really rap blessed, you ain't gotta be fresh Cause poverty fresh Dickies with no holes [?] Where fans care to make a platinum rapper, it's God in the flesh But I'mma flex it like I'm larger than d**h Never sleep, Y-Z's when I'm stopped at the X n***a Rivers [Hook: Whispers] Whenever the G's arrive, we getting all the praise Jump in the cleanest ride, n***a we on our way The streets ain't lying, I'm the one that they k** for While you lay dying with a piece of your grill gone We stay high where we want, get fly where we want Don't deny it, you a f** with some real ones [Verse 2: Whispers] Smoke dope, get p**y, stay strapped Keep one in the chamber for a n***a, that's that We X to the bay then we out to LA Hydraulics in the impala, make you bounce both ways K in the trunk while I cruise down the boulevard Long barrel, big clip look like a pull up bar No beef, no danger, get outta line and you get hit with the banger We in the lane with twisted fingers and gang rags Graffiti on the wall in every turf that we hang at Whats popping Blood? What's cracking cuz? Go roll call, Mac 11 with the shell, catch and knock your dome off OG kush in a [?] I'm good blowing smoke while I coast through the hood Say something, play dumb, leave a n***a straight numb k** first talk, where the f** you think I came from? [Hook: Whispers] Whenever the G's arrive, we getting all the praise Jump in the cleanest ride, n***a we on our way The streets ain't lying, I'm the one that they k** for While you lay dying with a piece of your grill gone We stay high where we want, get fly where we want Don't deny it, you a f** with some real ones