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nic violets - chips! (feat. austin skinner, coop, & brevin kim) lyrics

[intro: austin skinner]
trap spot hot till the feds they walk in
aye, yeah
trap spot hot till the feds they walk in
ouu, aye
trap spot hot till the feds they knockin’
aye, aye, aye

[verse 1: austin skinner]
trap spot hot till the feds they knockin’
throw a bad b+tch on the edge of my pocket
step out the crib and i’m grippin’ a rocket
talk bout that p+ssy yo baby gon’ pop it
unload the clip
she one that’s talkin’ that sh+t
pull up with choppers get hit with
quit all that talkin’ you look like a b+tch
came in shorty i keep me a stick
big goon shorty i bust at your crib
she got a man, she suckin’ d+ck
hop in the lamb, no this not a lyft
chopper go bam and reload the clip
heard she a fan but i’m playin’ this b+tch
you ain’t come through with a whole lotta rips
money come through i stack my chips

[verse 2: nic violets]
i stack my chips
i play roulette with that b+tch
she uber to suck on my d+ck
bro did a flip
handed a stack to me told me to grind and then get on my sh+t
i get that drip
bag is a racky from louis vuitton
and then gucci my fist
engine from germany pull out the turbo
i peel out pirelli’s and speed to the crib

[verse 3: coop]
yeah, bands still comin’ in the front to the back door
never gave a sh+t it’s a trap no trap door
f+ck that! made it pretty far with a bus pass
lookin’ at my scars don’t touch that
wait i don’t got time no kick back
choppa gon kick back
where did he go don’t know who did that
lil b+tch she gon l!ck that
doin’ drugs it ain’t tic tacs
b+tch i’m gone
going numb, i’m dumb
b+tch i upped my pump no what’s the price
do you wanna fight?
i got time tonight i’m going
pocket watching
i ain’t talkin’ less you talkin’ money
if you talkin’ profit i’mma just be honest
i’mma take the bag and bounce to the tropics
boys from the projects i ain’t from the projects
they gon shoot like they on the rockets
i’mma problem that she’s never solvin’
i’mma singer but don’t f+ckin’ try me yeah

audemars wrist lil boy look b+tch made
i been on go since way back 5th grade
shorty wanna f+ck with the kid gon get played
skinner gon bust out the windex you get sprayed
off addy lost count of the milligrams
short wanna f+ck with me give a d+mn
look at the way that we living man
i’m tryna cut out the middle man
spent ten fold on the toes
with a white b+tch putting white sh+t in her nose (oh)
i just wanna blow with the bros
f+ck a dime make sure that my old b+tch knows (ouu)
took 10 shots to the dome
got me f+cked up i don’t know how to get home
yeah bleach boy putting in work
now u wanna be friends stop hitting my phone
and to the kids back in highschool
hi b+tch look now i’m cool
ig models wanna ride too
wrist so cold get the swine flu

[verse 3: brevin kim]
i was her type, i was at prom, i was not dancing
i don’t show love, i don’t do nothin’ if it don’t tickle my fancy
i used to be hung up i always needed answers
b+tch i’m depressed that’s why i don’t answer
they get that sh+t on a boat
i f+ck a b+tch on a boat
i don’t wanna know
she put it right in her nose
i told her roll up the bag and she know how it goes
she want a check b+tch i got a check on the ig
sh+t same as the money for hoes
i got goals bigger than froze
bigger than figures and dividends

- nic violets lyrics

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