Checkmate Lyrics – Skrilla

Read the full Checkmate lyrics by Skrilla from the album Z along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(Yes, Jayco)
(Jjxcksnn, we got a fu*king banger, Jjxcksnn)
Uh

[Chorus]
Rather me than you, rather you than me
S*it, I done ran my racks up, I can send a blitz in from the bleacher
I’m rocking drip from overseas, the s*it I rock make me look poor
I just dropped a RPM, my styrofoam could tell I’m tall, uh
Diamonds in my drink, diamonds in my face, uh (Diamonds in my face)
Like my codeine clean, that’s a different taste, uh (That’s a different taste)

Rolling off a bean, b!tch, get out my face, uh (B!tch, get out my face)
B!tch, I push up clean, put it in they face
I’m pulling racks up out my pocket and my cargo filled with C’s
Crip blue, Nipsey Hustle, b!tch, I ran up cottage cheese
Supply my young n!ggas with V’s, you know that backseat got a purpose
If that window start to rolling down and that glick start to working
Switch attached, that b!tch start twerking, Megan-style, wow (Megan-style, wow)
Brodie bouncing out that V like fu*king Bow-Wow (Frr)
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Fu*k it, bang, belt to ass like Pootie Tang
Like how you let your shooter hang?
Like for mine, sacrifice a goat (Sacrifice a goat)
I’m rocking drip you never heard of (Never heard of)
Shooters locked inside that cell, they fighting murder
One B, two B, three B, go catch some more
Brodie up six, seven souls, say that’s a blessing ’cause that’s angel numbers
Bro-brodie tried to clone me, but, b!tch, it ain’t no other
Brodie got my line tapped, I hung up on my mother
Man, my dog done robbed a cop, he was a undercover
Now he lock-locked in the sock, they made you meet your mother (Brr)

[Interlude]
Yeah, n!gga and we five B’s in, n!gga
Forever disrespectful, n!gga, free BD, n!gga
And say that name, you get fu*king murdered, n!gga, word

My fu*king BD, n!gga
I ain’t dissing on ’em

[Chorus]
Rather me than you, rather you than me
S*it, I done ran my racks up, I can send a blitz in from the bleacher
I’m rocking drip from overseas, the s*it I rock make me look poor
I just dropped a RPM, my styrofoam could tell I’m tall, uh
Diamonds in my drink, diamonds in my face, uh (Diamonds in my face)
Like my codeine clean, that’s a different taste, uh (That’s a different taste)
Rolling off a bean, b!tch, get out my face, uh (B!tch, get out my face)
B!tch, I push up clean, put it in they face
I’m pulling racks up out my pocket and my cargo filled with C’s
Crip blue, Nipsey Hustle, b!tch, I ran up cottage cheese
Supply my young n!ggas with V’s, you know that backseat got a purpose
If that window start to rolling down and that glick start to working (Brr)
Switch attached, that b!tch start twerking, Megan-style, wow (Megan-style, wow)
Brodie bouncing out that V like fu*king Bow-Wow (Frr)
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Fu*k it, bang, belt to ass like Pootie Tang
Like how you let your shooter hang?
Like for mine, sacrifice a goat (Sacrifice a goat)
I’m rocking drip you never heard of (Never heard of)
Shooters locked inside that cell, they fighting murder
One B, two B, three B, go catch some more
Brodie up six, seven souls, say that’s a blessing ’cause that’s angel numbers
Bro-brodie tried to clone me, but, b!tch, it ain’t no other
Brodie got my line tapped, I hung up on my mother
Man, my dog done robbed a cop, he was a undercover
Now he lock-locked in the sock, they made you meet your mother (They made you meet your mother)