Heat Check (feat. Sunny4) Video (MV)

Yea
Aye I say it's motherf*cking Batchi Nigga
Look
This a mothaf*ckin heat check
I just knocked two bitches back to back I'm think I'm keith sweat
Niggas think they hard but they some mothaf*ckin rejects
Barkin online still ain't seen em in the streets yet
And these busters want some respect
Man f*ck up out my face nigga
You ain't have to hustle like batchi had to hustle fell asleep all in the Kia then I woke up in wraith nigga
Hate niggas
I'm with gorillas killas and apes nigga
Call my glock Picasso this 40 just love to paint niggas
Spank Niggas
Next nigga try me bet he get vaped nigga
Smoke em like some cookies I turn ya boy to a eighth nigga
Fake niggas
Ain't nuthin like em I can't relate nigga
Trappin out the onta I'm in the hood getting cake nigga
Cake nigga
I'm getting money until I can't Nigga
I just left the show with a bag let's hit the bank nigga
Cuz real shit I need alotta dough
Pimp Nigga suga free I need a lot of hoes
I'm in the hood w the cholos tell em vamonos real hood baby I don't ever sip no adios
I'm sippin Modelo riding w quetes
I feel like lil joker I'm riding round w them eses
Big ol titty bitty beside me drinking my leche
I'm the hardest young hitta out my mothaf*ckin sete
I'm a beast ima dog ima a mothaf*ckin lunatic
Riding through the city smokin tooka bumping ludacris
All my brothas really from the gutter on some sewer shit
F*ck I need a shooter for I'm riding with that ruger birch
And my bitch is bad Booty fat on some stupid shit
And her pussy wet as f*ck guess I'm on that scuba shit
Deep sea diving pimpin I ain't tripping if I lose a bitch
I just got to hit her once send her home on some Uber shit
This a mothaf*ckin heat check
I just knocked two bitches back to back I'm think I'm kieth sweat
Niggas think they hard but they some mothaf*ckin rejects
Barkin online still ain't seen em in the streets yet
And these buster's want some respect
Man f*ck up out my face nigga
Man f*ck up out my face nigga
You ain't have to hustle like batchi had to hustle fell asleep all in the Kia then I woke up in wraith nigga
My momma weight that sack out
We getting money
Just make sure the money right
Gang
Laughing to the bank
On God
But I ain't never been the funny type
I been gettin' in the trap all my life
Got scars and earned stripes, re-up and took flights
With nice views medium steak and aged wine
Turned winter into summer
Pick a place, a day, and time
This a motherf*cking heat check
Like I got paid by Pat riley
Real hood baby want Trina to f*ck Kylie
I'm wildin'n out of town and mean business in my set
Put the hustler in and hustla when I'm running up a check
I coach game Sunny Popovich Belichick
I'm a champ
I'm a solider
I'm a motherf*ckin' loc
If I got it and I Love you we ain't never going broke
Cuhz it's gang gang f*ck what you claim if you tripping
My dog food get chewed
I'm so finessed
Two step with the nina
Both hands throwing west
Mr.hustla from the bottom
Every dollar gonna stretch
And its the way I'm living
It's the reason I flex
And F*ck a bish give her daddy dick
Then I Collect
I'm going back to back to back like Kobe and Shaq
With them hits from the county
While I ride with the mac
So when you come to my hood you better watch yo back
And when I come to your hood I'ma front you a sack
So we grind and get away like the cash like a caper
Cuhz it's ain't about a set trip
It's all about the paper Gang