Waka Flocka Flame - G Check (Feat. YG Hootie) Lyrics:
I see this ni**a reppin`, right side hangin`,
flamed up bangin`, what set yo ass claimin`?
G Check x8
I ran up on this ni**a, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don`t need no
G Check x8
Ran up on this ni**a, finna check the boy status
Look him right up in his eyes like, ni**a where you from?
Who yo big homie? What block you ni**as bang?
Who you know up on that yard, talkin` real big homies.
Respect all the riders, G checkin` all the phonies
You f**kin` with no suckas, they lying, they say they know me
I`m from west side (??), west side (??)
God bless all my ridahs, death to my enemies,
I`m taking ni**as flags, you better leave the spot
For all ni**as on my block, it`s like me snitching to the cops,
Outta line you get disciplined, better do some missions then,
I ain`t give my name for free, f**k I had to get it in

I see this ni**a reppin`, right side hangin`,
flamed up bangin`, what set yo ass claimin`?
G Check x8
I ran up on this ni**a, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don`t need no
G Check x8

Ni**a frontin`, I`m hit him up,
Ni**a what, we can get em up
Pussy ni**as aint real as us
Just like a candle I lit em up
Always talking that tough s**t
I ain`t the ni**a to f**k with
Choppers loading up, ni**as folding up,
Superman couldn`t duck this,
(??), big boss, VL is all I know,
Catch ya in that field hoe,
Steamers rolling up real slow
Ni**as breaking out scared as f**k,
Tuck and tail, you a man or what?
I ain`t think so, c**k and squeeze I`m dropping everything standing up
Lay down and get laid down,
40 cal and they came down
What you claim, better say it now,
Got a gun better spray it now
Oh you will get your ass knocked off with the (?????),
Topped off, dumb dumbs will leave you burning like hot sauce

I see this ni**a reppin`, right side hangin`,
flamed up bangin`, what set yo ass claimin`?
G Check x8
I ran up on this ni**a, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don`t need no
G Check x8

It`s money over everything,
Five, four wedding rings,
Married to the mob, all I know is mighty brim game
B`s up what it do,
5-0-5-2,
37-62, (????) is like a f**king zoo,
Lions and them tigers, I be mobbing like them YG`s,
AK-a chopper ni**a, silence when that chopper squeeze,
F**k em Waka Flocka all out it`s like the new mob,
When we say f**k em new west, this is Brick Squad,
Down like I`m `posed to be, ni**as don`t get close to me,
I`m blood and bitch this blood`s on the set, this how it supposed to be,
We thuggin bitch, we supposed to beef,
We killin` s**t, you supposed to grieve,
Shug Gotti tell em who got the streets (hahahaha)


I see this ni**a reppin`, right side hangin`,
flamed up bangin`, what set yo ass claimin`?
G Check x8
I ran up on this ni**a, who yo big homie?
Asked him what his lingo, he said I don`t need no
G Check x8

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