Had To

Oh man, this the

I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em
Had to put ice on and flex on 'em
 and flex on 'em
Poured up a four of that Tek on 'em
That Tek on 'em
Had to put ice direct on 'em, direct on 'em
I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em
I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em
I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em
I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em

Switch lanes on these bitch niggas
Always flexin'
See me ride around the city in a black Lexus
I got bitches, different cities
Lovin' me in Texas new crib every city
I just fucked that bitch Alexis
Don’t do it to 'em, they say
"Don’t do it to 'em"
Imagine if you stay on your grind
And prove it to 'em don’t switch up on 'em
If they cost you up, don't blow
Then break it rich on 'em
I never switch on 'em
Ay, I’m with the gang, yo, I'm with the gang
Ay, whole team flexin'
We be flexin' diamond rings
Ay, I’m just on my grind
I been winnin' dimes, ay
Thank you for the blessings
I be gettin' all the time
I put in overtime, right back in wintertime
I seen my shit take off and
They lovin' every rhyme, yeah, yeah
Ay, I had to run it up one time
I be with my gang so you can get it anytime

I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em
Had to put ice on and flex on 'em
And flex on 'em
Poured up a four of that Tek on 'em
That Tek on 'em
Had to put ice direct on 'em, direct on 'em
I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em
I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em
I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em
I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em

I just go a grind for a minute
But I'm back now ain't no one inside
I'm askin' niggas where they at now
Got it on my own 'cause
Nobody spend they max now
You was supposed to come but niggas
Talked me out my bag now
I'ma cop a new chain on 'em
Yeah, might go hit new stain on 'em
Yeah, might pull up like Gucci Mane on 'em
Yeah, might get bread like they ain't on it
Yeah, swear these niggas won't
Know what to say
Yeah, only talkin' beef behind they neck
We ain't in the lane, you not no threat
Yeah, bitch you broke
You probably in some debt
Yeah, I need that blue cheese
Your bitch she on me
Put that shit in six speed
Like I’m fuckin' so deep
Bitch you don’t know me, I'm on my own thing
I don’t fuck with you
That's why I'm fuckin' swerving

I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em
Had to put ice on and flex on 'em
And flex on 'em
Poured up a four of that Tek on 'em
That Tek on 'em
Had to put ice direct on 'em, direct on 'em
I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em
I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em
I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em
I had to run up a check on 'em
A check on 'em