CHIP Lyrics

You ain't even gotta ask, I got the bros wit me

Tinted whip, I'm chilling wit yo bitch, she got a hold of me

I'm tryna win, I'm tryna bring a chip back home wit me

Somewhere in the hills in a mansion where I'm posed to be

I'm wit the bros, we in the club getting turnt

You wit a hoe, yo feelings prolly getting hurt

Can't trust a bitch, they do you dirt

You gotta put that money first

Nobody witchu in that hearse

It feel like I'm stuck up in a curse

Shit I might start selling dope

Shit I might start pimping hoes

Shit what's stopping me from doing it? I'm already doing wrong

Granny prolly kick me out, an I might have to crash at MO's

Shit I been reckless my whole life, just ask the bros they already know

I'm feeling shiesty shit I might go fuck yo BM

I think she like me cause she all up in my DMs

The way she sucking dick I know he miss ha, hate to be him

I'll send ha right back after, Michael Jackson how I beat it