Out Here King Chip

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[Verse 1]
Making these moves, tryna get this bread
Before I lose, bitch I'm at your head
Taking that bitch right up off your neck
Young niggas don't play 'round where I'm at
Nigga, I'm from Cleveland, heartless killers
E'rybody strapped, nigga mind yo business
Niggas come through, and ain't even no witness
Don't get set up by these grimy ass bitches
Don't nobody really know where Chip is
'Til he pull up in something ridiculous
Ridin' on 4s, we ain't hittin' no switches
These ain't out yet, you can't get this
Bout' to put the new school on them 6s
Sitting up high like a Mack truck
Got that hammer on me
Ho ass nigga better back up
I'm out here, fresh as fuck
With the 40 cal. tucked, nigga fuck yo luck
Now I'm gon' drive and she gon' shoot
Her aim is tight so you niggas better duck
And we laughing all the way to bank, cause shit is funny
Cop a crib and decorate that bitch, with real money
She intrigued by them whips
That Lexus, that Benz, gave her reason to get
Crazy in my hotel, blowing weed, blowing dick
That's my type of chick, I ain't gotta plead with this bitch
She ain't on that none of that corny ass shit
Nigga we're living this shit for real
Got stacks on deck, trynna see 100 mill
I ain't showing no love, I ain't cutting no deals
Stay up out my face, when you see a nigga, chill
When you come to the show, put your hands up high
We up in this ho, we extra fire
Yea they call me the truth, cause a nigga no lie
Throw two up when a nigga ride by

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