New Snap City (feat. Chip)

Ay, Chip, you're not gonna like the way I come in on this one Tally I feel like Man United with a treble And Chip made it out the T cah he's a different kettle Niggas think I lost it with the rap, well, I've got scores to settle Like level backward, I'm still levels, there's disrespect (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 kind of like the chaos I had to offset my account so that the grind could take off Niggas tryna stunt on me in whips until we open throttle Kate Moss, them niggas tryna flex with the older models They see us, then make a U like the golden bottles (skrrt) Fuck you, pay me, like I own a brothel (ah) It's different here, I'm with some billionaires I had to break the rules (I had to) And I'm the only black one here, like the 8 in pool (yeah) 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 (word) Not a joke, you think I won't, but only timing will tell (timing) 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 (bah) Had a stick in the car like he's got blue on the badge (woosh) 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 (it's crazy) That bitch asking me for sex toys and a Culli' So I gave her the bullet in the car like Sully (bop) 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 (ice) 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 niggas, make sure you respecting them (please) They'll stick it in you for that reaction like a EpiPen Eesh, disturbing the peace Call me Jimmy Donaldson, I know you missed the beast They woke him up, 20 deep, we roll in trucks Get the V, we chauffeured up Put them rappers in a spliff, then roll them up Fuck Ay, Chip, you wanna smoke this? Ganja, man (yeah) 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 (sho) Sorry if you catch strays, it's like that on a bad day (brr) 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 (whoo) 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 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, nigga, 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-huh), when I gym it's 'nastics I got acrobat-tricks, slap it, make you backflip (boom) '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 (nah) Check grandma in the T, I feel like milk and three sugars (sho) Out in Hollywood, me and my peoples Mix bad and bougie, we the Migos (whoo) 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 (yeah) 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 (brr) 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