Dipped lyrics

[Intro: Chuck Inglish]
Whoa, Kenny!
Ayy
Yeah, yeah
Mic check, one-two
Check me out

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]
Heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)
I don’t smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)
Love myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)
Solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain’t no guts (Yup)
Y'all talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna f*ck
She don’t even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)
A band for some Virgils, … [?] (For real)
She shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her
If you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money
’Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain’t got it
n*ggas think it’s funny ("Chuck ain’t tripping, I ain’t worried")
That’s a metaphor for “I’m sharpening all four corners” (Click-click)
You can ask Chuck Norris, I don’t know what the score is
But I know we beat your ass, and she was pressing me to smash
Told your mama I’ma pass, run it back through the legs
Touchdown dance, Primetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!)

[Chorus: Chuck Inglish & Mikey Rocks]
Folded at the crease
White folks: Please don’t call police (Could you not?)
I’m tryna keep the peace
But these n*ggas got a piece
(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip
(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp
(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)
Leave a tip (Leave a tip), I’m finna dip
(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip
(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp
(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp
Leave a tip, I’m finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
[Verse 2: Mikey Rocks]
Rain like donuts, sprinkles and sh*t (Brrrp!)
40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)
Rolling up a blunt, start sprinkling sh*t (Huh, huh)
Looked over at him—“What you think, I’m a vic’?” Yeah
‘Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)
Or I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)
Nobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)
To be that goddamn lame must be hard work (b*tch!)
I tried to change clothes, but I wasn’t folding
I just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)
And situations get stickier than spilt lime
Jits jumping out of the whip, ain’t tryna get time

[Chorus: Chuck Inglish & Mikey Rocks]
Folded at the crease
White folks: Please don’t call police (Could you not?)
I’m tryna keep the peace
But these n*ggas got a piece
(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip
(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp
(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)
Leave a tip (Leave a tip), I’m finna dip
(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip
(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp
(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp
Leave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I’m finna dip
[Outro: Mikey Rocks]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Go, go, go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Go, go