Chip Skylark

Ugh Ayo, yo
QU, AV, mufucka (CHECK)
Far Rock what up?
You know who the realest is (It's Snick)
And if they don't let em know
Aka, the one the bros call the GOAT (call the GOAT)
And they hoes be tryna throat (they tryna throat)
It's different! Ain't nobody fucking with me
I'm only working with niggas as nice is me
Fuck is y'all niggas talking bout?
CHECK

Chicks follow me like locust
I don't wonder where the hoes at
Both yell in intercourse, it leave us hoarse
I sound like Bojack
Foles rapped, ain't sold packs
But still a menace normally
Society. Conform to me
I'll turn this bitch to Normandy
D-Day y'all niggas ever test The Rock and try to storm the beach
Four hot ones
Hit you, from that Thing, fore you even reach
Nobody seen who did it
Out the Civic
Just forget it
Cops ain't worried bout no bodies
They too busy serving tickets
Still I'm livid. Y'all stories fantastic; y'all never lived it
Go touch grass
Tried eating off me?
This ain't no picnic
Cause Snick's flips, like pick six
Can't copy what I've done in rap
Defensive, til they catch it, then I got em screaming
"Run it back!"
Wanted that? You got it
As I plotted empires
The people like "I'm glad he getting paid. He been fire"
Working on investments, they saying, "Snick, try art."
Diamonds in my mouth, shiny teeth, Chip Skylark
(Hahahahaha) Yo, put diamonds, in my mouth, shiny teeth, Chip Skylark
(Check) Diamonds in my mouth, shiny teeth, Chip Skylarkk
Put diamonds in my mouth, shiny teeth, Chip Skylark
Yo play me out
But don't play with me



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Writer(s): Darnell Brown
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