Chip Me lyrics

[Intro: ComptonAssTG]
Whoadie, look

[Verse 1: ComptonAssTG]
You can catch me in the cut like peroxide
Pop a bottle, celebrate when an opp die
Repercussions when you go against the South Drive
We ain't lackin', pistol packin' and we outside
Test my gangster, you gon' die, I'm really 'bout mines
I'm on go, I ain't runnin' into stop signs
Four-five, choppers with banana clips and Glock 9s
Free Buck, always showed me love when we Parkside
Outside, early mornin' thuggin' 'til it's dark time
Fourth of July, I ain't new to makin' sparks fly
Head in the game, other n*ggas sittin' courtside
Best believe we had somethin' to do when the dork died
Real sh*t, Tom Brady, really in the field sh*t
I ain't even wanna snatch his chain, but I still did
Grimy lil' f*cker, I been thuggin' since a lil' kid
Lost so many n*ggas to this sh*t, done shed too many tears

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn & Saviii 3rd]
Won't catch me rollin' down the streets without my heat
You know I keep that sh*t with me (Yeah, keep it on me), with me (2100)
Can't get caught rollin' down these streets without my heat (Here we go)
I could never let a n*gga chip me (Hold on, what I say? Look), chip me (Ayy, ayy, look)
[Verse 2: Saviii 3rd]
Mama, I can't let these n*ggas get me
Pistol in the Gucci where my hip be
Blow him if he iffy
Blow him with a 40, do it quickly
Know them n*ggas know that I'm a trophy if they chip me
Murder way higher than what they rentin'
Losin' all they homies and they miss 'em
f*ck them n*ggas, chip 'em
n*gga, we don't care if you don't bang
Why you bluffin'? Shouldn't be runnin' with them n*ggas
I be trippin', I can tell you 'bout that action, I ain't gotta act
I can tell you 'bout that county where you gotta scrap
Lil' baby want a joint and you are not a rat
Type of n*gga askin' Sav, "Can you follow back?" Uh
We can shoot, but where your squabble at?
In the county, wrong tanks, I'ma fall in that, ayy
Yeah, I'm really a n*gga, yeah, I'm all of that
And you n*ggas eight deep tryna politic

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Catch me rollin' down the streets without my heat
You know I keep that sh*t with me, with me
Can't get caught rollin' down these streets without my heat
I could never let a n*gga chip me, chip me