V.C. - Can't Check This lyrics

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V.C. - Can't Check This lyrics

[Hook: LuMo] Wrekless can't check this Eating haters for breakfast Doin' it big like Texas And y'all can't mess with this (repeat 4x) [Verse 1: Jet 2] Step into the room, shut they mouth like strep throat Pulling n***as' cards like a Visa, no check though Soulja Boy, I'm trynna get them stacks on deck I got amazing credit, I could spit American Express flow One for the money, three hundred for the Spartan, n***a Got them beezies skippin' breaths like they about to start a hiccup I got game like I'm playing pick up Seven shots in a row three times, n***a twenty-one b**h, my n***a LuMo my numero uno and- Since we clicked up, it ain't been the same since n***a, penny luck. My n**ie we got, plenty Make hits like rookie pitchers You p**y cat's milk chocolate, we'll cookie crisp ya Cookie n***a, eating b**hes for breakfast now? I sicken the game with infectious style And a matter of fact, I school these n***as like a faculty And actually b**hes just wanna get stung by a mac; Apple-bees [Hook: LuMo] [Verse 2: LuMo] Okay, It's LuMo on the track And you know where I be at S.D., 6-1-9, homie it's our turn to shine This a Wrekless anthem, so get up off of mine 'Cause the thing I would do to you... I would serve time for And I ain't got time to be messing around I'm hotter than the stove and more solid than the ground And this beat pound, yo where my dogs at? Your homies' pussies like some little kitty cats Me and Jet 2 making hits with no baseball bats And we'll knock you out, call us team Manny Pacq And you are just an a**, we call you a fanny pack But back to the subject, you're subjective to us And we are about the money, so in God we trust And we are no h*mo, so in women we lust And we are Wrekless, don't try and keep up with us [Hook: LuMo] [Verse 3: V.C.] We Wrekless, you wreck more We do it big, Mount Rushmore We playing y'all like Connect Four We do it pimp, y'all just who*es We roll hard like Tony Hawk on skateboards And we the real guns, man you dudes' just airsoft It's Wrekless, go on and check this Like you got no cash or credit card to even pay for sh** We coming up like a lift And we came to embarra** y'all like Taylor Swift Even Kanye know we illy And Lil Wayne'll tell you Wrekless is worth a milli We coming at you, man we hotter than a sauna And we got you n***as beat, Chris Brown-Rihanna And as common as it may be As ludicrous it may seem We can't all be Jay-Z But if you look into the future, you can tell by his drive That Jet 2 will be the best rapper alive [Outro: V.C.] Yeah, I said that! Wrekless n***a!

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