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I've been getting to the chips no rap snacks
I've been carrying these niggas I need a backpack

New Era Snapback 
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Getting Chips No Rap

come and throw it back for ya boy 
Give you all my chips like chips ahoy 
You said how old
I can be your boy toy 
Ain't this what you came for
Girl ain't

just been stacking chips
Now I'm back on they ass, tell these rappers take it in

Walking out the bank, feeling good bout my deposit
Stacking till I cash

I'm chasin all my fuccin chips
Better get yo mans he keep talkin imma get em hit
Walk up in the party hunnid bands lookin like a licc 
If yo brotha keep

Come on over
Get in on the freeway
Bundle up because it's getting cold

It's too late
And I saved all these chips
Too late
And I bet all my chips on you

costs folks like you and me
And if we don't all chip in
We'll never pay that bill
Freedom isn't free
No, there's a hefty fuckin' fee.
And if you don't

wearing my heart on my sleeve

But you're a good time lover
And when the chips are down
You're not around.

Chorus
What have you done for me lately, baby?

fucking leg
Even when your long dead
Like Quan Chi
Rock lee with the kick flip
What's that on my shoulder it's the world not a damn chip
If I'm feeling

Y'all boys been counting me out
I'm counting my rings
I'm counting my chips
Shout out to City
Shout out to Dai
To all of my bloods
And all of my

Well...
Consider your mind blown, and call me a killer
'Cause I'm fed up with all your lies
Consider your mind blown, I'm holding the chips now

all the shit you recorded too
It couldn’t get in my whip if I drove an Uber
Catch me stackin' these chips on my shoulders
My soul got some layers off in

you close
Can I heal you when your broke
Cameras rolling
Like we stole it
Bitch all in
I need more chips

Can you roll this
I told her baby relax

Well go Craig on them
Go get that bihh
That whip, them chips
That's if you set yo mind on it
Go get that bihh
That whip, them chips
That's if you set yo

Robbie Dillon, Robbie Dillon
Some call him a saint
Some call him a villain
Some know him as Robbie Dick
But when the chips are down he's my top pick

straight from the can
Chef boyardee is my main man
I want some spaghetti o's
Shaped like Super Mario
I don't like no chip's ahoy
I just want some oreos
I

like that
Ain't nobody really do it like me
I got Chip Skylark all up on my teeth
I got that Piccolo, I got that green
I got that Draco, magic on me

the fye
It's glued to my hip yeah
I'm getting the data, no computer chip yeah
This body blue whip yeah
We swerving the whip
Yeah I pull up real quick 
I'm

myself and a promise 
Gotta be proper 
They listen when you speaking with honor
Judging the product
Living with a chip and a choppa
Living with a chip

the way
I was in the streets but no i can't stay, grindin' for the chips, yea i need Frito Lay
Gettin' knocked is somethin' that I cannot do, got my son

flowers
Cuz wasn't shit pretty bout it ain’t slept in 50 hours
That 50 give em power tha choppa tall as mini me I guess I’m Austin powers
Get chips like

Its in my jeans (genes) like Faded Glory
Its in my DNA
I'm 'bout my cheese and my chips like its Frito Lay
Cartier frames on my face I can see the hate

a hundred count a day
Only way to live was to do things my way

Chip near the collarbone for fate
I live sideways
Bull by the horns
While I make my way out

shit keep a poker face while stacking chips
Like Julius Pringles stack them chips, that's food for thought we ain't average bitch
I'm the one like

of my chips
I'd bet it all on you
I'll take the fall for you
Falling, falling, falling, falling
Weakness, victim to all of your kisses
You know i can't