Bo$$Barr – Checkmate

Bo$$Barr – Checkmate Lyrics

Artist: Bo$$Barr
Song: Checkmate

Yeah, Aye Packy Money
Wassup wit’ these b#tch #ss n#gg#s man
Two dollars signs, two r’s
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 #ss sh#t you won’t see me supporting

Rather go slit my neck thеn go to police reporting
I smell p#ss# 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 b#tches bad
‘Bout to have all opps mourning
Go spin like a tornado

b#tch lick yo lips they gon’ know it’s not mayo
Dead wrong as a man, n#gg#s tasting the rainbow
I seen fettuccine bring greed not alfredo
Bark wit’ no bite you’s a motherf#ckin’ puppy

Opps caught me downbad and them b#tch n#gg#s 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 sh#t but strength my hustle

Always gettin’ to it, can’t f#ck around and fumble
His eyes popped out of his socket when he seen that muzzle
n#gg# don’t play I’ll pluck you
She got DSLs, tell her come clean my rifle

I don’t do relationships f#ck is a title?
All of them n#gg#s you done f#cked and dicks you done sucked
Now u want me to come wife you, b#tch 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 b#tches out here gettin’ mind f#cked
n#gg# 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 n#gg#s on stretchers

Born lion-hearted wasn’t raised to be tender
Don’t you know the game is called chess not checkers
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 b#tches bad
‘Bout to have all opps mourning
Sucker #ss sh#t you won’t see me supporting
Rather go slit my neck then go to police reporting

I smell p#ss# 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 b#tches bad
‘Bout to have all opps mourning
Yuh, Jam Stars, Jam Stars
Yeah, yeah n#gg#

I’m back in this sh#t
Back in my, huh, b#tch I’m back in my jam
Checkmate, checkmate, you’re death date
They know when them f#ckin’ 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 b#tches bad
‘Bout to have all opps mourning, slime
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From the album:
Checkmate [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021