Fat Trel - Buku Chips lyrics

[Hook:] First off, I do this sh** Y'all n***as ain't never been through this sh** Thirty round clip, might hit, might miss p**y n***a I don't give a f** who you with White b**h count my buku chips White b**h count my buku chips White b**h count my buku chips White b**h count my buku chips [Verse 1:] Taking trips with different b**hes, my life is exciting My life is a movie, yours truly the writer If I like, I probably wife, I probably f** in one night I'm with Fred and the [?], getting money from Schnider Her p**y from China, her body melodic I'm slicker than Rick, she desire my fire I give her that pain, left lane in the rain I see the police, we saying no names [Hook] [Verse 2:] White b**hes in my kitchen, cooking, cleaning the dishes Left wrist whip whipping, mama thought I was pimping She told me I'm special and I should work with the given Your back lifting weak, hand it over, I'll lift it I'm talking working with the preacher, serving c**aine in the bleachers p**y and power, I'm a s**er for sneakers My new b**h a geeker, I f** her, I leave her But I be back, a couple macs and on my lap is a diva, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3:] I'm patient when I'm waiting, laying under your house I been plotting for hours, feel like your trap should be ours Trip with the powder, box out with the [?] I drink my liquid with swishers, my n***as up in the towers Ask me how I found her like a brick on the counter If she rich I'm a dick her, if she snitch I'm a out her Give no f**, I roll the dice, I probably hike up the price Let your white b**h count it, call me back if you like it, n***a [Hook]