[Chorus x2]

Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows

Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'

Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo

It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)

Ask about me

Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows

Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'

Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo

It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)

Ask about me

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]

(Let me talk to 'em)

Dawg, it's the weirdo again

I packed my bags back up in the land

Hoes talk down and then shake your hand

Believe me my nigga, supply and demand

I walked that line I learned them ropes

Did my thing; I prayed and hoped

Now I'm getting back cuz my thick hoes wanna date

Put no limit just twerkin' and movin'

I stick and probe when I get it in then I might dip fast

If you focused you might cash

But not like Ray so please fall back

Live your life don't focus on money

Hello girl you can call me the moon man

Up above I fly fast anywhere nigga any given time a couple lines

Homeboy I ain't gotta rhyme so nice with it

And I keep that wahoo fitted

Flow was gravy, Bape, beige and navys

Back in high school hoes tried to diss me

Now all I gotta do is sing for a pretty thing

Give me five minutes, she all on my ding-a-ling

Can't live if you ain't about something

Can't talk if you live life frontin'

Boss life from invisible see a model then it's go time

Never handed it so I took mine

I didn't have a watch so I took time

Format it now they gotta jock it

My slim cut jeans haters try to knock it

Now them same mother fuckers keep 501's

10 Deep, bumpin' that slab up

[Chorus]

Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows

Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'

Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo

It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)

Ask about me

Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows

Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'

Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo

It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)

Ask about me

[Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper]

I be on that-that-that monster shit

RAWR bitch, lot's of dick

If hoes get to beggin' that front door shall be their consequence

Get up outta here bitch, Cudi got some hoes comin'

And when them hoes come all they talkin' cummin'

Turn pike hustler that'll be I

Pullin' up to your city pretty high

And it's all for the rent, it's all for the fits

The money goes to the kush packs and the cigs

And the music I do it for the hoods and the kids

And the baby mamas who be in the hood with the kids

Do shit for the money fuck a favor

Text the address I'll see you later

M-I-A that's where I'll be

But for now I'mma G-R-I-N-D

Til a nigga caked up ain't worried bout shit

Meantime nigga better worry about Chip

Meantime nigga better worry bout clips

They gone be up in your ass if you talkin' that shit

To the wrong motherfucker from the jungle dog

Niggas out here come and hunt you down

Doors still be wide as a mother fucker

And them 15s be jumpin dog

Mister Don't-Give-A-Fuck is in the place

Louis shades, 700 on my face

Fresh scampi I'm loving that taste

Neva snitch, 12 hundred for the case

Me and Cudi here now what's good

You done fell off like we knew you would

Now I can show you how to be a real nigga be the coldest and still be true to your hood

[Chorus] x4

Ask about me

Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows

Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'

Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo

It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)

Ask about me