Lyrics Chip tha Ripper

Chip tha Ripper

Out Here

Making these moves, tryna get this bread

Before I lose, bitch I'm at your head

Taking that bitch right up off your neck

Young niggas don't play 'round where I'm at

Nigga, I'm from Cleveland, heartless killers

E'rybody strapped, nigga mind yo business

Niggas come through, and ain't even no witness

Don't get set up by these grimy ass bitches

Don't nobody really know where Chip is

'Til he pull up in something ridiculous

Ridin' on 4s, we ain't hittin' no switches

These ain't out yet, you can't get this

Bout' to put the new school on them 6s

Sitting up high like a Mack truck

Got that hammer on me

Ho ass nigga better back up

I'm out here, fresh as fuck

With the 40 cal. tucked, nigga fuck yo luck

Now I'm gon' drive and she gon' shoot

Her aim is tight so you niggas better duck

And we laughing all the way to bank, cause shit is funny

Cop a crib and decorate that bitch, with real money

She intrigued by them whips

That Lexus, that Benz, gave her reason to get

Crazy in my hotel, blowing weed, blowing dick

That's my type of chick, I ain't gotta plead with this bitch

She ain't on that none of that corny ass shit

Nigga we're living this shit for real

Got stacks on deck, trynna see 100 mill

I ain't showing no love, I ain't cutting no deals

Stay up out my face, when you see a nigga, chill

When you come to the show, put your hands up high

We up in this ho, we extra fire

Yea they call me the truth, cause a nigga no lie

Throw two up when a nigga ride by

Nigga I'm out here, we getting it

Shining, you sick of it

I'm out here, fuck with me

On the freeway, buck 50

I'm out here, I'm dolo

Got bread now, ain't no ho

I'm out here (nigga I'm out here)

My nigga I'm out here (nigga I'm out here)

Hey boo

Don't do what I do, bitch do what I say do

OK boo?

Don't try to play me and I won't play you

We rolling, buck 50 on the freeway

650i, no roof, me and my bitch smoking

DVD watching Coming to America, floating

Nigga we winning

Got leather with the wood, and the screens on glow

24s my nigga, we getting it

Cell phone been dead, ain't nobody seen me in a minute

Nigga, my crib is mostly glass

So you can see us in here living

4 or 5 guns and blunts getting passed

Young niggas doing good, just chilling

I valet in the front

Walk in the club, hitting the blunt

Nigga this how we live for real

No punchlines, I ain't even tryna stunt

Roll up 4 cause we up in this ho

In VIP, just for me and these hoes

Not giving a fuck who in this bitch

Me, I got killers up in here though

St. Claire niggas up in here though

You already know, we got bread to blow

Yea bitch, I'm hotter than Mexico

So tell a bad bitch, give me head fa sho

Nigga this Chip, better learn my name

Tryna stack my bread, tryna stay up in the game

Tryna fuck these hoes, make them tat my name

Send a bitch home, don't give her no change

Should've been a pleasure, fucking with a boss

If you don't choose me, bitch that's your loss

Eating good, nigga Benihana with shrimp sauce

Know y'all mad, hope you stay pissed off

Me and my bitch getting tatted up outside

Smoking that shit that make you lose yo mind

Swear to God this young nigga here gon' shine

Fuck you all up, nigga I'm a get mine