Check Fox 5 Lyrics – Raq Baby

[Intro]
(AceLex got a full one)
Yeah, what you laughing at, n!gga?
Yeah, you, n!gga
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 nothing to get ’em dirty
Ain’t the right time, that b!tch be two-tone, at least that b!tch working

Chills, he put in him, bro, two bones, he won’t make it to surgery
On that call at night, we lurking, this s*it getting 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 shooting, made a mistake and spinned like five times
Don’t play with your life
We shooting 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 s*it 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 blowing ’em, dead, opps, we blowing ’em
Check ’em off, keep playing, they gon’ be dead, start no more of them
I be going too crazy, told Joe the kid recording
I already fu*ked you, baby, gotta go, can’t get no more of this
Across the globe, I’m soaring
I had to go get a new b!tch, the last one get annoying
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 nothing to get ’em dirty
Ain’t the right time, that b!tch be two-tone, at least that b!tch working
Chills, he put in him, bro, two bones, he won’t make it to surgery
On that call at night, we lurking, this s*it getting 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