CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Stop Check
You think you know me
Blue light red light
I told broski spin this ride
Stop checks like Cambridge junction, ay GG don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got sh*t corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem, it probably got done by the SinSquad side
Blue light red light
I told broski spin this ride
Stop checks like Cambridge junction, ay GG don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got sh*t corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem, it probably got done by the SinSquad side
Don't blame me, convinced for one of these neeks
I'll step with my bro in a sec
125 or 3 double O, I'll rise this skeng and aim at heads
JRose with his foot on the gas that day
We ducked down -, no [?]
Bro rev that engine to the maxes, no way he's getting away
In the nizz with this pocket rocket
Trynna leave your favourite rapper dead
I could tell you bout numerous points we've scored on them and all of their friends
Me and bro just circled the 9 couldn't find a soul to chef to the bone
Me and bro just circled the 2s couldn't find a soul to chef to the bone
Don't add that K to the Lane if you don't wanna rest where your bredrin lays
We dun put 'nuff man in their place
Ask -, got whacked in his face
Free Milz, done splashed man's face
In the barber shop where 2 got shaved
1 hid in the toilet, moving gay
Hold this blade
Rise that heater, tap that mash
They don't come outside their flats
Decamp, decamp, aim this toolie at your hat
They p*ss us off on Snap, so we rise up and load them straps
They don't know how - turned pack
And all now their mates still ain't rid back
Td, when I rap
In the booth all I spit is facts
I hope them man there ain't fast like Flash
Jojo caught up and gave him a splash
Slap that wap, get rid of them plats
So tell me, who's bad, who's bad?
Said you're on me, are you f**king mad?
You ain't in the field all you do is cap
Beat off bells from the brucka, I pray that I make it home for supper
Discharge slugs from this cannon, and hop back inside the 4 door wagon
Splash, not bragging, back out the 9 turn yutes to a has been
I ain't trynna get bagged for the mad ting
But I'm ready to do them slappings
Blue light red light
I told broski spin this ride
Stop checks like Cambridge junction, ay GG don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got sh*t corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem, it probably got done by the SinSquad side
Blue light red light
I told broski spin this ride
Stop checks like Cambridge junction, ay GG don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got sh*t corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem, it probably got done by the SinSquad side
The opps chat sh*t and it ain't new news
The trident want the gang to lose
Right now it's the anything T get boomed
In the bando, flowing them fumes, remember that day we left exit wounds
Opps be dropping, cops we dodging
And it's nothing new
Can't get cuffed by the blues so I stay on point and move this food
My n***a T1 way too loose, done ducked down -, - too
f**k all the cyber attacking
Pull up to the - get whacked with the broom
TT liz on my line, so you know it got moved
Distribute, click, click, shoot
That's another face on frontline news
My Air 1s got creased, brand new
Cah I'm running him down, pray he trips and falls
Remember times when the - moved , trynna find where they're hiding after school
Who are these yutes trynna fool?
Step with rambos, digital tools
Black or white on my Jordan Aura
Bad b*t*h really loves my aura
She reminds me of Rita Ora
I just bust on someone's daughter
And the opps keep talking like kids
It would've hurt more if they threw that sh*t
18 hunna for 3 new dotties
Circle around with this brand new brucky
And yes, we do this properly
Supply and demand, leave the -, ain't hard
Supply and demand
Bugz, remember when you burnt that tracky
And we got rid of the stolen car
DC step I don't think that you heard this
When 2 got got by my G
I know them man there were just burning
Like how can they talk on tracks
When their favourite rapper's a vermin
If we don't see a paigon in -
On the glide, my g's ain't returning
Just know the Gs them are
Just know the Gs them are searching
If we see - we're gonna burst him
Just know the TPs are working
All these packs gang-gang's been serving
All these packs gang-gang's been serving
Blue light red light
I told broski spin this ride
Stop checks like Cambridge junction, ay GG don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got sh*t corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem, it probably got done by the SinSquad side
Blue light red light
I told broski spin this ride
Stop checks like Cambridge junction, ay GG don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got sh*t corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem, it probably got done by the SinSquad side
Don't blame me, convinced for one of these neeks
I'll step with my bro in a sec
125 or 3 double O, I'll rise this skeng and aim at heads
JRose with his foot on the gas that day
We ducked down -, no [?]
Bro rev that engine to the maxes, no way he's getting away
In the nizz with this pocket rocket
Trynna leave your favourite rapper dead
I could tell you bout numerous points we've scored on them and all of their friends
Me and bro just circled the 9 couldn't find a soul to chef to the bone
Me and bro just circled the 2s couldn't find a soul to chef to the bone
Don't add that K to the Lane if you don't wanna rest where your bredrin lays
We dun put 'nuff man in their place
Ask -, got whacked in his face
Free Milz, done splashed man's face
In the barber shop where 2 got shaved
1 hid in the toilet, moving gay
Hold this blade
Rise that heater, tap that mash
They don't come outside their flats
Decamp, decamp, aim this toolie at your hat
They p*ss us off on Snap, so we rise up and load them straps
They don't know how - turned pack
And all now their mates still ain't rid back
Td, when I rap
In the booth all I spit is facts
I hope them man there ain't fast like Flash
Jojo caught up and gave him a splash
Slap that wap, get rid of them plats
So tell me, who's bad, who's bad?
Said you're on me, are you f**king mad?
You ain't in the field all you do is cap
Beat off bells from the brucka, I pray that I make it home for supper
Discharge slugs from this cannon, and hop back inside the 4 door wagon
Splash, not bragging, back out the 9 turn yutes to a has been
I ain't trynna get bagged for the mad ting
But I'm ready to do them slappings
Blue light red light
I told broski spin this ride
Stop checks like Cambridge junction, ay GG don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got sh*t corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem, it probably got done by the SinSquad side
Blue light red light
I told broski spin this ride
Stop checks like Cambridge junction, ay GG don't take that right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got sh*t corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem, it probably got done by the SinSquad side
The opps chat sh*t and it ain't new news
The trident want the gang to lose
Right now it's the anything T get boomed
In the bando, flowing them fumes, remember that day we left exit wounds
Opps be dropping, cops we dodging
And it's nothing new
Can't get cuffed by the blues so I stay on point and move this food
My n***a T1 way too loose, done ducked down -, - too
f**k all the cyber attacking
Pull up to the - get whacked with the broom
TT liz on my line, so you know it got moved
Distribute, click, click, shoot
That's another face on frontline news
My Air 1s got creased, brand new
Cah I'm running him down, pray he trips and falls
Remember times when the - moved , trynna find where they're hiding after school
Who are these yutes trynna fool?
Step with rambos, digital tools
Black or white on my Jordan Aura
Bad b*t*h really loves my aura
She reminds me of Rita Ora
I just bust on someone's daughter
And the opps keep talking like kids
It would've hurt more if they threw that sh*t
18 hunna for 3 new dotties
Circle around with this brand new brucky
And yes, we do this properly
Supply and demand, leave the -, ain't hard
Supply and demand
Bugz, remember when you burnt that tracky
And we got rid of the stolen car
DC step I don't think that you heard this
When 2 got got by my G
I know them man there were just burning
Like how can they talk on tracks
When their favourite rapper's a vermin
If we don't see a paigon in -
On the glide, my g's ain't returning
Just know the Gs them are
Just know the Gs them are searching
If we see - we're gonna burst him
Just know the TPs are working
All these packs gang-gang's been serving
All these packs gang-gang's been serving
