Dipped The Cool Kids & Kenny Beats

[Intro: Chuck Inglish]
Whoa, Kenny!
Ayy
Yeah, yeah
Mic check, one-two
Check me out

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]
Heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)
I don’t smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)
Love myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)
Solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain’t no guts (Yup)
Y'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck
She don’t even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)
A band for some Virgils, … [?] (For real)
She shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her
If you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money
’Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain’t got it
Niggas think it’s funny ("Chuck ain’t tripping, I ain’t worried")
That’s a metaphor for “I’m sharpening all four corners” (Click-click)
You can ask Chuck Norris, I don’t know what the score is
But I know we beat your ass, and she was pressing me to smash
Told your mama I’ma pass, run it back through the legs
Touchdown dance, Primetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!)

[Chorus: Chuck Inglish & Mikey Rocks]
Folded at the crease
White folks: Please don’t call police (Could you not?)
I’m tryna keep the peace
But these niggas got a piece
(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip
(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp
(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)
Leave a tip (Leave a tip), I’m finna dip
(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip
(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp
(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp
Leave a tip, I’m finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)