Off License CHIP & Nafe Smallz

[Intro]
Yo, Eight8

[Chorus: Chip]
My niggas, we ridin'
On the ends, just slidin'
We ain't lookin' for no one
Spliff and the window down, we vybzin'
Gotta dodge blue lights, all the weed we hidin'
Too much smoke got my mouth dry
Bro hit the off licence
Pull up on my block, I'm covered in ice
Tell the young bulls, "It's timin'"

[Verse 1: Chip]
Grab my tool and attack that fool
Like goddamn, losin' my life ain't cool
Need the Ballon d'Or for the way I ball
Ask 'round, Chippy been the man since school
Any stress come my way, I'll cope
Been famous from young, man this life ain't a joke
White girl judgin' me 'cause I smoke, like her and her girls ain't doin' up coke
Treat Thursday like Friday, I live how I like
Bro said "What's the motive?" We touchin' the road
I'm fly from time I step out my home
I'm your papi, here's somewhere to go
If these little niggas don't pay me respect
I'll just rile up your neck, let it slap at their heads
People still pay me in pounds for my pen
Payments the only way I take a cheque