New Snap City (feat. Chip)

Oi, Chip, you're not gonna like the way I come in on this one

Tally

I feel like Man United with the treble

And Chip made it out the T cah he's a different kettle

**** think I lost it with the rap

Well, I've got scores to settle

Like level backward, I'm still levels

There's disrespect

We've been grinding, never took a day off

Copped a new whiz, but my house messy cah my maid in Lagos

How many lines did they cross?

I kinda like the chaos

I had to offset my account so that the grind could take off

**** tryna stunt on me in whips until we open throttle

Kate Moss, them **** tryna flex with the older models

They see us, then make a U like the golden bottles

Fuck you, pay me, like I own a brothel

It's different here

I'm with some billionaires

I had to break the rules

And I'm the only black one here like the 8 in pool

They're tryna stop me, is this April Fools?

If you wanna block me, you'll have to ask China to make the wall

They said they don't like me, I don't like me as well

Thinks I'm a dickhead, so I'm due to put one right in his girl

Not a joke, you think I won't, but only timing will tell

I really would

Like that word, you kind of silent with L's

They talk about my business, then they start doing the maths

Nala's mum sold one percent for nearly two hundred bags

Okay, let's rewind

Deuce had a few in the mag

Had a stick in the car like he's got blue on the badge

Put it in her tummy

You should see the way she suck me

She ain't scared of the top, but she scared of heights, so it's funny

That bitch asking me for sex toys and a Culli'

So I gave her the bullet in the car like Sully

This is Chip and Tally, this is fine dining

This is Mike Tyson boxing Mike Tyson

Who the fuck you side-eyeing?

Get 'em at the right timing

Made it to the top and now we skydiving

Separate ourselves and put down white lining

Running up the steps with this

Make it so effortless

Freezer when I check the wrist

Serena with the tennises

Had your girl drinking out the bottle in my premises

She put that spirit in her like the Exorcist

Had her in the lobby like a receptionist

Got on top, now she can do all the work 'cause I'm a feminist

Tell her take time, she a perfectionist

She wanna make a film, I'll show that bitch what a director is

Want smoke? Boy, you know where my section is

Don't make a scene 'round my ****, make sure you respecting them

They'll stick it in you for that reaction like a EpiPen

Eesh!

Disturbing the peace

Call me Jimmy Donaldson, I know you miss the beast

They woke him up

Twenty deep, we roll in trucks

Get the V, we chauffeured up

Put them rappers in a spliff, then roll them up

Fuck

Ayy, Chip, you wanna smoke this?

Ganja, man

One hand on this pen, fam

Other on my spliff like "Who am I smoking on?"

It's them man

Rappers, but they acting

See, my method turn you red, man

Let it spray, you'll be a dead man

Ain't no wide when I stretch man

I said, when you're sad way

There's rappers in my ashtray

Sorry if you catch strays

It's like that on a bad day

Me, I ain't a spitters, I'm a slappers, I'm a clappers

Need to pick a baby mum, I've been a father to these rappers

Me and Krept on the mic, that's like Tyson and Tyson

Or M Bison and M Bison

He ain't no Ryu, he lying (You're on no smoke, fam)

Pen it up and shoot, can't let them style me crazy (Mm-mm)

Chippy on boots, he like Nala's baby

Hybrid, it's electric when I'm shocking all their plans

Still you'll get this unleaded, I got more in my tank

I'm addicted to dank

But I ain't talking to a therapist or Frank

Cah thoughts turn money in the bank

My run in 2015 like the Gunners '03, '04, akh

That's straight wins or draws, akh

That's spitters on the floor, akh

What? Can't take no more, akh?

Cool, say no more fam (Say nothing)

Sure

They're like "He don't run out of words and he can slide on any beat"

But, ****, facts

I've got classics that'll live longer than me (For sure)

I see rappers wifing women they know other rappers beat

I'm like "Better you than me"

I've got this microphone, I'm sweet

I'm like Ronaldinho with this pen, I got mad tricks

But tell them cocky kids that I'm still in the field, active

I don't do no bench press (Uh-uh)

When I gym it's 'nastics

I got acrobat-tricks

Slap it, make you backflip

'Course I'm fucking proud of the scene and where it's come to

Think of all the rappers on the scene I helped to come through

Sitting here like "Has it come to this?"

The Streets sample

You ain't a real king if you cannot protect your castle (Let's go)

Fuck the fake flowers, I get all of mine in rose, straight carats (Ice)

Bored of rap beef, meat and Dover sole in Paris

You one-type-beat rappers, you should be embarrassed

When the in sound changes, you'll vanish

Bars took us round the world, we ain't no shoulda-woulda-couldas

Check grandma in the T, I feel like milk and three sugars

Out in Hollywood, me and my peoples

Mix bad and boujee, we the Migos

Like check my stats, are you backwards?

Even if you're backwards, check the stats, they still the stats

And that's just like "stats" backwards

Never quitting rap becah I do this for the thrill

They count the records that I sold, I count the spitters that I've killed

Since Go Down South, me and bro still going (Facts)

Every other year it's like the lawn needs mowing (Facts)

Rap game, snakes in the grass still showing

CM, Play Dirty, you dun know

But God got us, and we know it

New Snap City

Touch mic, show no pity

How many years we been litty?

Like, broski–