Chip Me ComptonAssTG (Ft. Ray Vaughn & Saviii 3rd)

[Intro: ComptonAssTG]
Whoadie, look

[Verse 1: ComptonAssTG]
You can catch me in the cut like peroxide
Pop a bottle, celebrate when an opp die
Repercussions when you go against the South Drive
We ain't lackin', pistol packin' and we outside
Test my gangster, you gon' die, I'm really 'bout mines
I'm on go, I ain't runnin' into stop signs
Four-five, choppers with banana clips and Glock 9s
Free Buck, always showed me love when we Parkside
Outside, early mornin' thuggin' 'til it's dark time
Fourth of July, I ain't new to makin' sparks fly
Head in the game, other niggas sittin' courtside
Best believe we had somethin' to do when the dork died
Real shit, Tom Brady, really in the field shit
I ain't even wanna snatch his chain, but I still did
Grimy lil' fucker, I been thuggin' since a lil' kid
Lost so many niggas to this shit, done shed too many tears

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn & Saviii 3rd]
Won't catch me rollin' down the streets without my heat
You know I keep that shit with me (Yeah, keep it on me), with me (2100)
Can't get caught rollin' down these streets without my heat (Here we go)
I could never let a nigga chip me (Hold on, what I say? Look), chip me (Ayy, ayy, look)