[Lyric] Checkmate (Bo$$Barr)

[Intro]
Yeah, Aye Packy Money
Wassup wit’ these bitch ass niggas man
Huh yeah, Bo$$Barr
Two dollars signs, two r’s

[Hook]
Checkmate, you play wit’ them doctors you gon’ meet your death date
Staydown and jam I did it the best way
Bro highed up off da ‘ercs he can’t rest straight
My pockets was itchin’ I start gettin’ desperate
Takedown everything I don’t love or respect
Where I’m from we shoot first, don’t even ask questions
The way I work wit’ the iron you would think ima expert
Sucker ass shit you won’t see me supporting
Rather go slit my neck thеn go to police reporting
I smell pussy lеt’s go and extort em
It’s me and my ‘rip he bang blue like he Corbin
All of my shooters scoring
All of my plugs foreign
All of my bitches bad
‘Bout to have all opps mourning
[Verse]
Go spin like a tornado
Bitch lick yo lips they gon’ know it’s not mayo
Dead wrong as a man, niggas tasting the rainbow
I seen fettuccine bring greed not alfredo
Bark wit’ no bite you’s a motherfuckin’ puppy
Opps caught me downbad and them bitch niggas jump me
I didn’t have my iron in my dip they got lucky
Test your luck one more time on the code it’ll get bloody
Corona ain’t do shit but strength my hustle
Always gettin’ to it, can’t fuck around and fumble
His eyes popped out of his socket when he seen that muzzle
Nigga don’t play I’ll pluck you
She got DSLs, tell her come clean my rifle
I don’t do relationships fuck is a title?
All of them niggas you done fucked and dicks you done sucked
Now u want me to come wife you, bitch it’s slow
I’m not a scammer just did it before
If I can’t quick draw I’m hittin’ out my coat
705 ‘til I die I drop five’s on my soul
If you my brother I’ll never outshine ya
Jam stars winning they use to decline us
Bird brain bitches out here gettin’ mind fucked
Nigga it’s our time now you’re time’s up
Bro gettin’ bags, we trap out the V
When I got bagged I couldn’t get even sleep
They thought I was retarted, had a IEP
I was takin’ down plugs like I need P’s
In every situation they call me the aggressor
Them doctors come out and put niggas on stretchers
Born lion-hearted wasn’t raised to be tender
Don’t you know the game is called chess not checkers
[Hook]
Checkmate, you play wit’ them doctors you gon’ meet your death date
Staydown and jam I did it the best way
Bro highed up off da ‘ercs he can’t rest straight
All of my shooters scoring
All of my plugs foreign
All of my bitches bad
‘Bout to have all opps mourning
Sucker ass shit you won’t see me supporting
Rather go slit my neck then go to police reporting
I smell pussy let’s go and extort em
It’s me and my ‘rip he bang blue like he Corbin
All of my shooters scoring
All of my plugs foreign
All of my bitches bad
‘Bout to have all opps mourning

[Outro]
Yuh, Jam Stars, Jam Stars
Yeah, yeah nigga
I’m back in this shit
Back in my, huh, bitch I’m back in my jam
Checkmate, checkmate, you’re death date
They know when them fuckin’ doctors come out they-
Man I ain’t even gotta say to much
Jam Stars, Jam Stars, what I say
All of my shooters scoring
All of my plugs foreign
All of my bitches bad
‘Bout to have all opps mourning, slime