Big Chips Iamsu! (Ft. Show Banga)

[Chorus: Iamsu!]
Big chips, big chips, I'mma turn her up a lil bit
Hot boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa
Big chips, big chips, you are not real, you exempt
I do what I want lil bitch

[Verse 1: Iamsu!]
I'm the one they call when the need a stamp
I'm the neighborhood mailman
I been puttin' work in
On my neck a serpent (Gucci belt)
I just spent like two bands on some frames (Cartier)
You can never put me out the game (I'm on my way)
Everywhere I go they know my name
Shit was cool until they found out you a lame
They want that real shit
I'm on my independent hustle, fuck a deal shit
I'm not worried 'bout you niggas, not a lil bit
I got my weight up now I'm bout to make the game switch
Plus I'm riding with my same clique
Plot out the entire situation in my brain quick
They don't speak in dollars then I do not know your language
I been on some gang shit
Every day make a play over grindin' understatement

[Chorus: Iamsu!]
Big chips, big chips, I'mma turn her up a lil bit
Hot boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa
Big chips, big chips, you are not real, you exempt
I do what I want lil bitch