Check It Out - Xavier Wulf, Skepta

Squat made the beat

Go Grizz

Who?

W-W-W-Winner's Circle

We was coolin', smokin', mindin' our own business

Why he hatin'?

Why he mad?

Why you lyin', bitch?

I don’t care about nobody but my own clique

And if you test, we gon' show him how to throw a fit

Fuck a bitch, boy, and fuck a nigga too, shit

I give no fuck about who the fuck you coolin' with

You gon' all fall, lil nigga, let’s get started with it

I ain’t a friend, I’m the end, nigga, deal with it

I’m in tip top shape, I wouldn’t play with it

I smoke a hundred new blunts when the day begin

What we eatin' today?

My nigga I feel Italian

What’s your name again, baby?

I wasn’t listenin'

Fuck a bitch, boy, and fuck a nigga too, shit

I give no fuck about who the fuck she came with

They all schemin' for a reason to be seen here

I told her, «Bitch, uh, no thank you, I don’t need you, dear»

You see me ridin' solo but I don’t need shit

I light a blunt, then forget about a hatin' bitch

Why you mad, boy?

You could’ve been on the same ship

But you a lame with no lane to your name, bitch

I’m a East Memphis nigga, we ain’t gon' chill with ya

We don’t spare 'em, we ain’t gon' cut no damn deals with ya

Fuck fame, nigga, I’ma keep it real with ya

I made your main bitch turn the other cheek to ya

Fuck a bitch, boy, and fuck a nigga too, shit

Trunk bangin', bitch thought I threw a zoo in it

I pull up and act a ass, I bought a mule with it

I’ve been a fool since the first day of school with it

Uh uh, nuh uh, she went too easy, I’ma let you hit it

I pull up with a bitch that you can never say you hit

I’m a mack, not a player, I can teach her shit

Only if she got a brain will I deal with it

Fuck a bitch, boy, and fuck a nigga too, shit

How you lose all of the love for your home clique?

Three faced fuck niggas always switchin' shit

I’ma switch a new face and end the day, bitch

Who?

Who, nigga

Who?

Who?