Chips & Dip Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I've been a kick door shawty since I was a jit And I grew up with the robbers, drug dealers and pimps
I'm a playboy like Cardi, all about them chips If I ever get a Rari, probably make it dip
Got me a ghetto barbie, who still hustles simps And she ride me like a Harley, puts me on to licks
I'm ball like Kyle Lowry, still break down the bricks Walking into the party, everybody got a stick
Bitch, it's Cheat Codes, but I feel like Guwop; Ice cream, tat, gold teeth and pill pop
All I had to do was go and flick my wrist in the pot Get a door shawty, nigga, give me all that you got
Used to hide a 380 in my book bag, talk bad, toe tag Nigga, where the dope at? Pull up like a nomad
Now he on the doormat, shoot where you record at, shoot where you had sold at. Gah damn
Young nigga had came up, bitch, from trappin' Spin my block and I bet we ain't lackin
Walk down on me, pussy, hell yeah, I'm blastin' Run up in your trap and I'm black maskin
I've been a kick door shawty since I was a jit And I grew up with the robbers, drug dealers and pimps
I'm a playboy like Cardi, all about them chips If I ever get a Rari, probably make it dip
Got me a ghetto barbie, who still hustles simps And she ride me like a Harley, puts me on to licks
I'm ball like Kyle Lowry, still break down the bricks Walking into the party, everybody got a stick
I'm worth a brick, maybe a 100 more.
Even in the summer, bitch, I make it snow.
Junkies at the door, what you need just let me know.
Buddy gotta scope, just in case you try n ghost.
Shit, I snuck out with your shorty tho
She suck me until im comatose
She was wet so i had to float
Her hand out, bitch, is you a joke?
I brag, bitch, sometimes I gloat
I'm Cheat Codes, aka The Goat
Show me what you really know
Show me how to move a O
Never heard of your name
You a lame, you in danger
Heard your boys aint got aim, thats a shame, I'm a ranger
Walk down on ya gang, you a stain, serve em like waiters
Better pray to your savior, you're about to meet your maker
I've been a kick door shawty since I was a jit And I grew up with the robbers, drug dealers and pimps
I'm a playboy like Cardi, all about them chips If I ever get a Rari, probably make it dip
Got me a ghetto barbie, who still hustles simps And she ride me like a Harley, puts me on to licks
I'm ball like Kyle Lowry, still break down the bricks Walking into the party, everybody got a stick