Check Up

[Intro]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)

[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Jucee Froot]
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout shit, nigga shut up
When I walk in the room, niggas get up
Only fuck wit’ rich niggas, get your check up
I’ll wipe a nigga nose, don’t act tough
Watch any pussy ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
Niggas sayin’ I’m a meal then eat up
Ho, I’m blowin’ good loud, no speaker
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout shit, nigga shut up
When I walk in the room, niggas get up
Only fuck wit’ rich niggas, get your check up
I’ll wipe a nigga nose, don’t act tough
Watch any pussy ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
Niggas sayin’ I’m a meal then eat up
Ho, I’m blowin’ good loud, no speaker

[Verse 1: Saucy Santana]
I don’t think you really want this pressure
God forgives, I don’t, I hope he bless ya (Thank you Lord)
You don’t know none bitch more fresher
Talkin’ shit, gon’ put you on a stretcher
Lil’ bitch I be bringin’ the heat
You better stop playin’ with me
Santana only move for a fee
That shit you be talkin’ is cheap
Doggin’ niggas out, no fleas
Make him drop the keys to the G (Wagon)
More spendin’, less talkin’, capeesh?
Blow his mind, got a nigga like “Sheesh”
Green light, nigga stay on go
My whole crew ‘bout that extra for sure
Known to wipe a nigga nose
Santana sittin’ down ten toes

[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Jucee Froot]
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout shit, nigga shut up
When I walk in the room, niggas get up
Only fuck wit’ rich niggas, get your check up
I’ll wipe a nigga nose, don’t act tough
Watch any pussy ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
Niggas sayin’ I’m a meal then eat up
Ho, I’m blowin’ good loud, no speaker
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout shit, nigga shut up
When I walk in the room, niggas get up
Only fuck wit’ rich niggas, get your check up
I’ll wipe a nigga nose, don’t act tough
Watch any pussy ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
Niggas sayin’ I’m a meal then eat up
Ho, I’m blowin’ good loud, no speaker

[Verse 2: Jucee Froot]
I’m talkin’ my shit and I back it up
Got the Glock for a ho, they be actin’ tough
That ass fat, say he want me to back it up
I might fuck for some racks or a bag or somethin’
Walk up in this bitch feelin’ like Saucy
I might walk him if he try to dog me
You ain’t servin’ Santana so pardon me (Santana)
Bad as fuck like God ain’t a part of me (Nah)
Bitches still ride around without a medic
Ain’t no time you gon’ catch me lackin’
Hotel, told that hoe to drop an addy
I’ma get the bitch wet like my Patek
Spit fire, flow hot like dragon
Bitch, I get ‘bout twenty on the backend
Put wngs on the coupe, call it Batman
Ho ain’t talkin’ ‘bout shit if she don’t at me

[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Jucee Froot]
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout shit, nigga shut up
When I walk in the room, niggas get up
Only fuck wit’ rich niggas, get your check up
I’ll wipe a nigga nose, don’t act tough
Watch any pussy ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
Niggas sayin’ I’m a meal then eat up
Ho, I’m blowin’ good loud, no speaker
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout shit, nigga shut up
When I walk in the room, niggas get up
Only fuck wit’ rich niggas, get your check up
I’ll wipe a nigga nose, don’t act tough
Watch any pussy ho get beat up
In the back of the Rolls with my feet up
Niggas sayin’ I’m a meal then eat up
Ho, I’m blowin’ good loud, no speaker

[Outro]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)