Fuck That Check Up

Em
Lil' fish, yeah
G
If you can't swim, you gon' drown, 
hoe
Em
We ain't gon' save you either
G
Hahahah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Em               G
Bad lil thottie, she got bodies
Em               C
I'm on perkies, she on molly
Em                  G
Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali
Em                    C
Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
Em
I'm 'bout to pull out that V12
G
I'ma shit on these niggas like Ezel3
Em
Let her ride on that dick with no 
seatbelt
G
With the money, I know she don't 
mean well
Em
Niggas running their mouth like they
 females
G
When you winning, they only wan' see
 you fail
Em
When you winning, they only wan' see
 you lose
C
Niggas steal and I can't let 'em see
 my moves
Em          G
Wait, ha ha, selling that cocaina 
(white!)
Em
Started off selling that crack rock 
(crack rock)
G
Now we sell out arenas (lit!)
Em                             
White boys say I'm genius, white 
          G
girls say I'm gnarly
Em                         G
Did 30 bandz in Neimans, now we 20 
grand at Barney's
Em
Ever put a pop bitch on the block 
list, I don't pop shit
Em
Cause I got shit, in the drop six
Em
With a thot bitch, whole squad lit
Em
Heard your new shit, that is not it
G
Whole gang with me on some mob shit
Em
He ain't talkin' money then its 
nonsense
G
Bran got the gas, you are not lit, 
no way

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Em                 G
Fuck that check up (fuck that check 
up)
Em                  G
Fuck that check up (fuck that check 
up)
Em                    G
We gettin' rich and these niggas 
sick
Em                       C
They need a check up (they need a 
check up)
Em
I'm so lit
I fucked that bitch as soon as I met
 her (soon as I met her)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Young nigga, fuck that check up 
(young nigga, young nigga)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Light my wrist and my neck (woah, 
woah)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Young nigga, fuck that check up 
(fuck that check up)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck that check 
up)
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G
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck
 it up)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck that check 
up)
C
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck
 it up)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Em
Ha, yeah
G
Back in this bitch and we litty 
again
Em
I'm 'bout to land in the city again
G
She with the gang, he tripping again
Em
He like, "You out with that nigga 
again?"
G
She gettin' cocky like, "Yeah I'm 
with him"
Em
Five bands, Gucci coat, rockin' 1s
G
I'll never wear it again, no

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Em
(Huh, yeah!) Gucci swag so relaxed
G
Louis bag with the hat, Uzi Vert 
with the mac
Em                          G
Damn, thought I wasn't, fuck you 
then hit your cousin
Em
All hunnits, don't want no twenty
G
Stop hatin', fuck nigga get money
Em
Fuck your bitch, hit it once
G
Ain't my type, give her back, uh
Em
My Rarri, no keys like vroom
Em
My car don't got room
Em
Yeah, I put all of them guap in the 
front
Em
Yeah, my engine in the back
Em
Little nigga we don't talk about 
nothing
G
If that shit not 'bout the racks
Em
Don't call my phone, don't leave no 
message
Em
But that girl was swerving me, 
diamonds emergency
G
Better hit 911
Em
Up all night, don't rest much
G
Spent two hunnid put the rest up
Em
Young nigga fuck that check up
G
Young nigga fuck that check up

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Em                 G
Fuck that check up (fuck that check 
up)
Em                  G
Fuck that check up (fuck that check 
up)
Em                    G
We gettin' rich and these niggas 
sick
Em                       C
They need a check up (they need a 
check up)
Em
I'm so lit
I fucked that bitch as soon as I met
 her (soon as I met her)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Young nigga, fuck that check up 
(young nigga, young nigga)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Light my wrist and my neck (woah, 
woah)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Young nigga, fuck that check up 
(fuck that check up)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck that check 
up)
G
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck
 it up)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck that check 
up)
C
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck
 it up)

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Em
Uh, my old bitch, yo' new bitch
G
She wanna vibe like Q-Tip, she get 
tagged like you it
Em
Nigga said he wanna fade me, we ran 
into him
G
He ain't wan' do shit
Em
I don't care what he sayin', we 
ain't playin'
G
We just came to shoot shit
Em
Yeah, run up them racks (run it up, 
run it up)
G
I'm gettin' back (run it up, run it 
up)
Em
Niggas be tweetin' (niggas be 
tweetin')
G
They gettin' smacked
Em
Bitches be screenshottin', tell 'em 
to hit me on Snap
Em                           G
She hit me back, oh Lord, she 
gettin' clapped
Em                            G
Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando, 
air mattress
            Em                     
Going HAM-o, poppin' cash shit, 
    G
Bape camo with the masses
Em
Dirty young bull living lavish
G
Gets yo' mans up, go to Paris
Em
20 grand up when the tab hit
G
You can tell we ain't never had 
shit, no way

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Em                 G
Fuck that check up (fuck that check 
up)
Em                  G
Fuck that check up (fuck that check 
up)
Em                    G
We gettin' rich and these niggas 
sick
Em                       C
They need a check up (they need a 
check up)
Em
I'm so lit
I fucked that bitch as soon as I met
 her (soon as I met her)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Young nigga, fuck that check up 
(young nigga, young nigga)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Light my wrist and my neck (woah, 
woah)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Young nigga, fuck that check up 
(fuck that check up)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck that check 
up)
G
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck
 it up)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck that check 
up)
C
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck
 it up)