Nic Violets - chips! (feat. Austin Skinner, Coop, & Brevin Kim) Lyrics

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

Trap spot hot till the feds they knockin'
Throw a bad bitch on the edge of my pocket
Step out the crib and I'm grippin' a rocket
Talk bout that pussy yo baby gon' pop it
Unload the clip
She one that's talkin' that shit
Pull up with choppers get hit with
Quit all that talkin' you look like a bitch
Came in shorty I keep me a stick
Big goon shorty I bust at your crib
She got a man, she suckin' dick
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 bitch
You ain't come through with a whole lotta rips
Money come through I stack my chips

I stack my chips
I play roulette with that bitch
She Uber to suck on my dick
Bro did a flip
Handed a stack to me told me to grind and then get on my shit
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

Yeah, bands still comin' in the front to the back door
Never gave a shit 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 bitch she gon lick that
Doin' drugs it ain't tic tacs
Bitch I'm gone
Going numb, I'm dumb
Bitch 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 bitch 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 damn
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 bitch putting white shit in her nose (oh)
I just wanna blow with the bros
F*ck a dime make sure that my old bitch 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 you wanna be friends stop hitting my phone
And to the kids back in high school
Hi bitch look now I'm cool
IG models wanna ride too
Wrist so cold get the swine flu

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
Bitch I'm depressed that's why I don't answer
They get that shit on a boat
I f*ck a bitch 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 bitch I got a check on the IG
Shit same as the money for hoes
I got goals bigger than froze
Bigger than figures and dividends