OG Dede - Checkmate (Outro) Lyrics

Shit you thought I was done
No
I forgot to hit the curtains
I'm still stomping out my yeezy's
Did you think that I was hurtin
I ain't ready for my que
I got something to say for I dip
Y'all really my kids
What in the fuck got you thinkin I ain't gon be wrecking this shit
I got everybody dancing and vibing up out of this bitch
Give me a name I'll add them to the list
Ima do it my way
Anybody that got some shit to utter
Ima tell em the same
I couldn't find a fuck to give
I'm worried bout myself and that's on my momma
I'm making moves so I'm stacking up commas
My bars is fire so I call it lava
I'm going out shooting I know that I gotta
If you hating then you know that bitch karma
My life is built to be avoiding drama
You can save all that shit for your grandma
You prolly need to fix yo mothafuckin grammar
My dreams in picture
Call that diorama
I'm still dripped in designer
I'm killing shit cause I know I'm a fighter
Let me sit back and hit up the recliner
I'm getting picky bout myself a refiner
It's all fun and games till I'm a headliner
I wish everybody knew
Who I was
Cause I'm really that dude
To pull out rocking boppin all of ya crew
Bitch I am sick
Call that stomach flu
Cool on yo tone
Who you talkin to
Forgot to pay ya fees ya shit overdue
You can't see me cause I'm out of ya view
You think you run the streets
On what avenue
So when you tryna check
Check yo revenue
Bitch
Curtains please
Huh

Shit you thought I was done
No
I forgot to hit the curtains
I'm still stomping out my yeezy's
Did you think that I was hurtin
I ain't ready for my que
I got something to say for I dip
Y'all really my kids
What in the fuck got you thinkin I ain't gon be wrecking this shit
I got everybody dancing and vibing up out of this bitch
Give me a name I'll add them to the list
Ima do it my way
Anybody that got some shit to utter
Ima tell em the same
I couldn't find a fuck to give
I'm worried bout myself and that's on my momma
I'm making moves so I'm stacking up commas
My bars is fire so I call it lava
I'm going out shooting I know that I gotta
If you hating then you know that bitch karma
My life is built to be avoiding drama
You can save all that shit for your grandma
You prolly need to fix yo mothafuckin grammar
My dreams in picture
Call that diorama
I'm still dripped in designer
I'm killing shit cause I know I'm a fighter
Let me sit back and hit up the recliner
I'm getting picky bout myself a refiner
It's all fun and games till I'm a headliner
I wish everybody knew
Who I was
Cause I'm really that dude
To pull out rocking boppin all of ya crew
Bitch I am sick
Call that stomach flu
Cool on yo tone
Who you talkin to
Forgot to pay ya fees ya shit overdue
You can't see me cause I'm out of ya view
You think you run the streets
On what avenue
So when you tryna check
Check yo revenue
Bitch
Curtains please
Huh