Chip (Freestyle)
Nothing but trouble, four deep in the whip
Making some moves, y'all bargain for zips
Nina my baby, she stay on my hip
You flagging for fun, watch you get chipped
Dying for colors, that's not in your script
First you a blood, now you a crip
Don't get shit twisted, I'm not in a gang
I just hang with some niggas who carry a grip
Niggas wear skirts tryna say that they real
Pull up on me, make you pee through your kilt
Niggas stay growling like they down with the filth
Got punched in the head, now he walk with a tilt
Your ride or die just left for the price
Call me Drew Carey, the price gon be right
(Couldn't make that bitch my wife
I don't get bread just to better your life)
Out by the morning, good for the night
Don't fall asleep, I'm not down with the jive
Now that I'm buzzing she think she good in the hive
Her car got a boot but the Uber could drive
Don't ever question what I talk about, you not down with the troops
I keep the strap up in the Nike box, just give me a reason to shoot
If our pockets in a dry spell, my niggas will know what to do
Run all up in a nigga house, take everything in our view
Niggas wanna act savvy
Niggas walk with no worries
Robbed Chris Chen at DiMatte's
Nigga snitched in a hurry
Nothing but trouble, four deep in the whip
Making some moves, y'all bargain for zips
Nina my baby, she stay on my hip
You flagging for fun, watch you get chipped
Dying for colors, that's not in your script
First you a blood, now you a crip
Don't get shit twisted, I'm not in a gang
I just hang with some niggas who carry a grip
Making some moves, y'all bargain for zips
Nina my baby, she stay on my hip
You flagging for fun, watch you get chipped
Dying for colors, that's not in your script
First you a blood, now you a crip
Don't get shit twisted, I'm not in a gang
I just hang with some niggas who carry a grip
Niggas wear skirts tryna say that they real
Pull up on me, make you pee through your kilt
Niggas stay growling like they down with the filth
Got punched in the head, now he walk with a tilt
Your ride or die just left for the price
Call me Drew Carey, the price gon be right
(Couldn't make that bitch my wife
I don't get bread just to better your life)
Out by the morning, good for the night
Don't fall asleep, I'm not down with the jive
Now that I'm buzzing she think she good in the hive
Her car got a boot but the Uber could drive
Don't ever question what I talk about, you not down with the troops
I keep the strap up in the Nike box, just give me a reason to shoot
If our pockets in a dry spell, my niggas will know what to do
Run all up in a nigga house, take everything in our view
Niggas wanna act savvy
Niggas walk with no worries
Robbed Chris Chen at DiMatte's
Nigga snitched in a hurry
Nothing but trouble, four deep in the whip
Making some moves, y'all bargain for zips
Nina my baby, she stay on my hip
You flagging for fun, watch you get chipped
Dying for colors, that's not in your script
First you a blood, now you a crip
Don't get shit twisted, I'm not in a gang
I just hang with some niggas who carry a grip
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Writer(s): Jose Arroyo Ii
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