chips!

By nic violets

Released on November 22, 2019

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[Intro: Austin Skinner]

Trap spot hot till the feds they walk in

Aye, yeah

Trap spot hot till the feds they walk in

Ouu, Aye

Trap spot hot till the feds they knockin'

Aye, Aye, Aye


[Verse 1: Austin Skinner]

Trap spot hot till the feds they knockin'

Throw a bad bitch on the edge of my pocket

Step out the crib and I'm grippin' a rocket

Talk bout that pussy yo baby gon' pop it

Unload the clip

She one that's talkin' that shit

Pull up with choppers get hit with

Quit all that talkin' you look like a bitch

Came in shorty I keep me a stick

Big goon shorty I bust at your crib

She got a man, she suckin' dick

Hop in the lamb, no this not a Lyft

Chopper go BAM and reload the clip

Heard she a fan but I'm playin' this bitch

You ain't come through with a whole lotta rips

Money come through I stack my chips


[Verse 2: nic violets]

I stack my chips

I play roulette with that bitch

She Uber to suck on my dick

Bro did a flip

Handed a stack to me told me to grind and then get on my shit

I get that drip

Bag is a racky from Louis Vuitton

And then Gucci my fist

Engine from Germany pull out the turbo

I peel out Pirelli's and speed to the crib


[Verse 3: Coop]

Yeah, bands still comin' in the front to the back door

Never gave a shit it's a trap no trap door

Fuck that! Made it pretty far with a bus pass

Lookin' at my scars don't touch that

Wait I don't got time no kick back

Choppa gon kick back

Where did he go don't know who did that

Lil bitch she gon lick that

Doin' drugs it ain't tic tacs

Bitch I'm gone

Going numb, I'm dumb

Bitch I upped my pump no what's the price

Do you wanna fight?

I got time tonight I'm going

Pocket watching

I ain't talkin' less you talkin' money

If you talkin' profit I'mma just be honest

I'mma take the bag and bounce to the tropics

Boys from the projects I ain't from the projects

They gon shoot like they on the rockets

I'mma problem that she's never solvin'

I'mma singer but don't fuckin' try me yeah


[Verse 4: nic violets]

Audemars wrist lil boy look bitch made

I been on go since way back 5th grade

Shorty wanna fuck with the kid gon get played

Skinner gon bust out the windex you get sprayed

Off addy lost count of the milligrams

Short wanna fuck with me give a damn

Look at the way that we living man

I’m tryna cut out the middle man

Spent ten fold on the toes

With a white bitch putting white shit in her nose (oh)

I just wanna blow with the bros

Fuck a dime make sure that my old bitch knows (ouu)

Took 10 shots to the dome

Got me fucked up I don’t know how to get home

Yeah bleach boy putting in work

Now u wanna be friends stop hitting my phone

And to the kids back in highschool

Hi bitch look now I'm cool

IG models wanna ride too

Wrist so cold get the swine flu


[Outro: Brevin Kim]

I was her type, I was at prom, I was not dancing

I don't show love, I don't do nothin' if it don't tickle my fancy

I used to be hung up I always needed answers

Bitch I'm depressed that's why I don't answer

They get that shit on a boat

I fuck a bitch on a boat

I don't wanna know

She put it right in her nose

I told her roll up the bag and she know how it goes

She want a check bitch I got a check on the IG

Shit same as the money for hoes

I got goals bigger than froze

Bigger than figures and dividends