Chip Tha Ripper - Out Here lyrics

Chip, Lex Luger, My n***a i'm out here, F*ck with me [Verse 1] Makin' these moves trynna get this bread Before i lose, Bi*ch im at your head Take a nap bi*tch, right up off your neck Y'all n***as don't play round were im at n***a i'm from Cleveland, heartless k**ers everyone strapped n***a mind yo business n***as come through and ain't leavin no witness don't get set up by these grimy a** b**hes don't nobody really know where chip is until i 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 them new school in them 6s Sitting up high like a Mack truck Got that hammer on me Hoe a** n***a better back up I'm out here, fresh as f*ck with the 40 cal. tucked, n***a f*ck yo luck Now i'm gon' drive and she gon' shoot Her aim is tight so you n***as better duck And we laughing all the way to bank, cause sh** is funny Cop a crib and decorate that b**h, with real money She intrigued by them whips That lexus, that benz, gave her reason to get Crazy in my hotel, blowing weed, blowing d*ck That's my type of chick, I ain't gotta plead with this b**h She ain't on that none of that corny a** sh** n***a we're living this sh** for real Got stacks on deck, trynna see 100 mill I ain't showin' no love, I ain't cuttin' no deals Get out my face, when you see a n***a, chill When you come to the show, put your hands up high We up in this, so we extra fire They call me the truth, cause a n***a no lie Hold up two up when a n***a ride by {Hook} x2 n***a i'm out here We gettin it shining You sick of it I'm out here f*ck with me on the freeway, buck 50 I'm out here i'm dolo, got bread now Aint no hoe, i'm out here. n***a i'm out here, n***a i'm out here [Verse 2] Hey boo don't do what i do b**h do what i say do, OK boo? Dont' try to play me and i wont' play you You rollin' buck-50 on the freeway 6-50 ??? no roof, me n' my b**h smokin' DVD watchin' "Coming to America", floatin n***a we winnin' Got leather with the wood, and the screens on glow 24s my n***a, we gettin' it Cell phone been there ain't nobody seen me in a minute n***a my crib is mostly gla** So you can see a city here livin' 4 or 5 guns and blunts gettin' pa**ed Yall n***as doin' good just chillin I valet in the front, walk in the club Hittin the blunt n***a this how we live for real No punch lines i ain't need to stunt Roll up ????? In VIP, just me and these hoes Not givin' a f*ck who in this b**h Me, i got k**ers up in here though St. Claire n***as up in here though You already know, we got bread to blow Your ??? b**h, I'm hotter than Mexico So tell a bad b**h, give me head fo sho n***a this Chip, better learn my name Trynna stack my bread, trynna stay up in the game Trynna f** these, make them tat my name Send a b**h, don't give her no change Should be a pleasure, fu*kin' with a boss If you dont choose me, b**h thats your loss Eattin good, n***a Benihana with strip sauce Know y'all mad, hoe stays pissed off Me and my b**h gettin tatted outside Smokin' that sh** that make you loose yo mind Swear to god this young n***a, is gon' shine F*ck you all up, n***a i'm gettin' mine [Hook] x2 [Outro] Chip, Lex Luger.