Waka Flocka Flame - G Check lyrics

I see this n***a reppin', right side hangin', flamed up bangin', what set yo 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 yo big homie? Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check Ran up on this n***a, finna check the boy status Look him right up in his eyes like, n***a where you from? Who yo big homie? What block you n***as bang? Who you know up on that yard, talkin' real big homies. Respect all the riders, G checkin' all the phonies You f**in' with no s**as, they lying, they say they know me I'm from west side (?), west side (?) God bless all my ridahs, d**h to my enemies, I'm taking n***as flags, you better leave the spot For all n***as on my block, it's like me snitching to the cops, Outta line you get disciplined, better do some missions then, I ain't give my name for free, f** I had to get it in I see this n***a reppin', right side hangin', flamed up bangin', what set yo 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 yo big homie? Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check n***a frontin', I'm hit him up, n***a what, we can get em up p**y n***as aint real as us Just like a candle I lit em up Always talking that tough sh** I ain't the n***a to f** with Choppers loading up, n***as folding up, Superman couldn't duck this, (??), big boss, VL is all I know, Catch ya in that field hoe, Steamers rolling up real slow n***as breaking out scared as f**, Tuck and tail, you a man or what? I ain't think so, co*k and squeeze I'm dropping everything standing up Lay down and get laid down, 40 cal and they came down What you claim, better say it now, Got a gun better spray it now Oh you will get your a** knocked off with the (?), Topped off, dumb dumbs will leave you burning like hot sauce I see this n***a reppin', right side hangin', flamed up bangin', what set yo 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 yo big homie? Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check It's money over everything, Five, four wedding rings, Married to the mob, all I know is mighty brim game B's up what it do, 5-0-5-2, 37-62, (?) is like a f**ing zoo, Lions and them tigers, I be mobbing like them YG's, AK-a chopper n***a, silence when that chopper squeeze, f** em Waka Flocka all out it's like the new mob, When we say f** em new west, this is Brick Squad, Down like I'm 'posed to be, n***as don't get close to me, I'm blood and b**h this blood's on the set, this how it supposed to be, We thuggin b**h, we supposed to beef, We k**in' sh**, you supposed to grieve, Shug Gotti tell em who got the streets (ha ha) I see this n***a reppin', right side hangin', flamed up bangin', what set yo 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 yo big homie? Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check G Check