Checkin’ In Lyrics – Lonely Rich

Checkin’ In Lyrics by Lonely Rich

It ain’t nothing but a setback
I got the sweetest, i’ll delete a b#tch, i bet that
I’m too conceded, can’t compete with n#gg#s diss tracks
I been a demon, i ain’t speedin’ in no hellcat

This a srt
With a hemi underneath
I can take a n#gg# beat and rip it up
Big dog, no leash

If a n#gg# talkin’ tough then i might have to grab the heat
I’ma spit and mix it up because i got the recipe
How that boy was dissin’ but he hang with weirdos
Now how that n#gg# missin’, last seen him a week ago

Hit you and ya patna, now ya bro don’t come outside
Yea i told you bout that p#ss# sh#t, it might be yo demise, hey
Boy you rub me the wrong way
Don’t like the way that you move, that boy shifty

I’m rollin’, i’m cruisin’ the wraith down the one way
I keep me a trey on my lap, sh#t get tricky
I keep me a trey on my lap, sh#t get tricky
I ain’t finished yet

Rob a n#gg#, shot a n#gg#
This ain’t nothin new
Yea the only thing that’s fresh would be the tints up on my coupe
They can’t see me when i’m coming, they like

Holon, who is you?
Then i hit him with that fye, glit bow
That’s a closed case
b#tches give me dome, face

My b#tch got her own wraith
Tay-k, we gon’ do the race
Ak hit em in his face
Choppa it go fye

Let it knock
When the timing right
He gon’ let it spray
Everyday

Till the sun is out
Eastlawn baby, from the block of 35th
b#tch i’m always dripped in blue
You might think that i’ma crip

I been hitting every b#tch off my timeline
Feel like icky
My n#gg#s do not chat on timelines, might pop a benny, woah
I said girl don’t call my phone

‘less you want to get took home
No you can’t come to the show
No you can not meet the bros
Bro these hoes is really gross

p#ss#, power, my respect
b#tch you know i came for that
Gtc is what i rep
Gtc is what i rep

It ain’t nothing but a setback
I got the sweetest, i’ll delete a b#tch, i bet that
I’m too conceded, can’t compete with n#gg#s diss tracks
I been a demon, i ain’t speedin’ in no hellcat

This a srt
With a hemi underneath
I can take a n#gg# beat and rip it up
Big dog, no leash

If a n#gg# talkin’ tough then i might have to grab the heat
I’ma spit and mix it up because i got the recipe
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Lonely Rich Lyrics – Checkin’ In

Lonely Rich

Checkin’ In