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Raq Baby - Check Fox 5 Lyrics

[Intro]
(AceLex got a full one)
Yeah, what you laughin' at, nigga?
Yeah, you, nigga
Uh, mm, uh, mm, mm, mm, brr
Uh, mm, uh, mm, brr, brr
Mm

[Chorus]
I might hurt him, keep my 40
Got my boots on, it ain't nothin' to get 'em dirty
Ain't the right time, that bitch be two-tone, at least that bitch workin'
Chills, he put in him, bro, two bones, he won't make it to surgery
On that call at night, we lurkin', this shit gettin' damn bloody
Checked the 45, another opp died, we like, "Damn, buddy"
Gave him a high five straight to the face, wish it was on cam', buddy
I got a top five, send 'em smackers, would I get my hand dirty
We all bite, he die, but he go to the sky

[Verse]
Play with us, you won't come back, you don't got nine lives
Told my mama, I'ma start shootin', made a mistake and spinned like five times
Don't play with your life
We shootin' everything, we don't care if your mama cry 'cause they don't care about mine
Bro been gone a couple weeks, I really thought I'd be fine
All the hot shit we done did, wish I could rewind
Bro gon' school this wick, nine, outside past the street light
With me every step and now you're gone, it just don't seem right
Remember everything you told me, I'm on go, twin
Big Glock everywhere I go, never see me with no gen
See opps and we blowin' 'em, dead, opps, we blowin' 'em
Check 'em off, keep playin', they gon' be dead, start no more of them
I be goin' too crazy, told Joe the kid recordin'
I already fucked you, baby, gotta go, can't get no more of this
Across the globe, I'm soarin'
I had to go get a new bitch, the last one get annoyin'
I'm a ho? I thought that was the point
I do what you do, thought you had a corner
Wish he can do what I do, but he don't got a coin
They say he wan' be just like you, you can't be me, boy
I'll be mad, they don't like it, but you don't have a choice
[Chorus]
I might hurt him, keep my 40
Got my boots on, it ain't nothin' to get 'em dirty
Ain't the right time, that bitch be two-tone, at least that bitch workin'
Chills, he put in him, bro, two bones, he won't make it to surgery
On that call at night, we lurkin', this shit gettin' damn bloody
Checked the 45, another opp died, we like, "Damn, buddy"
Gave him a high five straight to the face, wish it was on cam', buddy
I got a top five, send 'em smackers, would I get my hand dirty
We all bite, he die, but he go to the sky