Chief Keef – Check It Out Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit the dealership like check it out, my doors creepy me out
Told my Glock 40, aye check it out, these hoes creep me out
These niggas eat these hoes out, aye these hoes eat me out
These bitches be geeking everytime they ass see me out
Want smoke check it out…

[Hook]
I saw a bitch, I told the bitch check it out
I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out
I’m in your city for a day, bitch check it out
The cops pull up on me, they like check it out
Like my shit was tucked and I ain’t have the weapon out

[Verse 1]
Hit the dealership like check it out, my doors creepy me out
Told my Glock 40, aye check it out, these hoes creep me out
These niggas eat these hoes out, aye these hoes eat me out
These bitches be geeking everytime they ass see me out
Want smoke check it out…
… sound like it was snoring, had to check it out
Check in at the doctor, get the script, then I’m checking out

[Hook]
You got some money for me, check it out
I’m icy, know I had to bring the necklace out
I saw a bitch, I told the bitch check it out
I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out
Im in your city for a day, bitch check it out
Too late bitch, I’m already checking out
The cops pull up on me, they like check it out
Like my shit was tucked and I ain’t have the weapon out

[Verse 2 :]
Hit the doctor for a check up, then I’m checking out
Why you steady looking at me, bitch check it out
She step outside the box then I check her out
Like a half way house, I’m checking in, checking out
I’m checking my car for bugs, checking my car for dubs
I’m checking my car for change, just to give to the club
Folk nem check the spot now we gone come through, line ’em up
Check ’em in the torture house, drown his ass, tie him up
I check my money, better be right when I count it up
I go to sleep, what the fuck I see, Cap and Blood
Folk nem said they had to check and make sure that I’m acting up
See me at the concrete, hopping out the swan doors
I gotta package coming in and I was checking the time for it
These Louie shades lil mama, these ain’t no Tom Ford
The bitch was checking me out as Sosa I walk through the door
I was checking for racks, for cheese, for green, for lawn mowers
Cause for Maison Margiela, no need to see the concords
I’m checking for cappers, for boolers, the shooters, the 9 blowers
I’m checking on folk nem, they coolin, they boolin with 9 whores
I’m smoking on dope, I’m coolin’, I be smoking that mind blower
Come through I’m checking, I’m chasing, yeah I’m checking for my boys
I ain’t checking for hoes, I get in my box and check up boy
I ain’t checking for you, you sitting on yo ass, get up boy
Sacks and build direct Margelias and marble floors

[Hook 2 :]
You got some money for me, check it out
I’m icy, know I had to bring the necklace out
I saw a bitch, I told the bitch check it out
I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out
Im in your city for a day, bitch check it out
Too late bitch, I’m already checking out
The cops pull up on me, they like check it out
Like my shit was tucked and I ain’t have the weapon out

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