Bullsh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, ay, ay
b*tch I'm getting chips, getting chips, getting chips
b*tch I'm getting rich, getting rich, getting rich
b*tch I'm getting chips, getting chips, getting chips
I'ma run up on your b*tch, on your b*tch, on your b*tch

[Verse]
I just dropped a f*cking bag on this motherf*cking drip, so
n*gga hell no you ain't taking my sh*t, yeah
I been feeling sad so I smoke another spliff, yeah
Lately I been stressin', I been thinking like a b*tch, yeah
Run up in your spot and leaving with the f*ckin' guala
Don't you talk about my family or my momma
I'ma f*ckin' blow up your house like osama
Bullets hit a n*gga like a f*ckin' hammer
I'ma slide through, R.I.P, blam 'em
I'ma slide through, ay, [?] slam 'em
I don't know who said you can play us
I read every f*ckin 'page in the main rule
You read, ay, you read every page in thе bible
Since a kid n*gga I knew that sh*t was bullsh*t
I ain't nеver, I ain't never read that bullsh*t
Talking on my gang, get a full clip