Stand up king King Chip

[Verse 1]
This life that chose me filled with haters and hoes, and lots of dough
Yeah, my nigga, we sipping, grab that 2 liter, I got the 4
Please excuse my bluntness
Oh, you don’t smoke ? Excuse my blunt bitch
No, don’t try me ‘cause you don’t want this
Yeah, my Oldsmobile was stuntless
You a fake ass nigga, I’m a stand up king
Fall to your knees and kiss this ring
Y’all hoes ain’t got shit on us
Nigga, we too real, no jewels, all bling
Purple Sprite, sipping that, flipping in the clique
Real niggas put two guns in the air
Let it out, two or three shots
To let these fuck niggas know we up in here
Bitch ass nigga, I’m King Chip, Im getting this bread, flyin round spitting these facts
You can keep your two cents ‘cause I’m working with all these racks
Bitch ass nigga, I’m King Chip, riding with a queen and two or three jacks
Yeah, y’all hoes can roll as long as y’all promise to relax
Can’t fuck with hoes that’s too turnt up, her energy gotta be flawless
Arrogant asshole, what they call us
That’s probably ‘cause they can’t call us
Got no communication with these lames
Just let ‘em keep faking
Been too patient
One shot turn niggas to patients
Just face it