big chips

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

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

i just spent like two bands on some frames

you can never put me out the game

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

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

get rich

you don't need a shovel dig this

shake a bitch like a hit stick

you don't go no cash

dismissed

i could be broke on my own time

plotting million dollar moves in my alone time

got a roster full of poppin' girls

it's all fine

crib full of flat screens like it's best buy

i like g-star

and stone island

rappers sayin' shit

just to rhyme it

i'm in the uber gettin' top like ramen

all the ones who turned against and surprise me

it's good

let em hang bro"