chips and dip - lil uzi vert lyrics
[intro]
how the f*ck he my enemy and his main car is a ’63?
how the f*ck he my enemy and his main car is a ’63? (huh?)
and i heard that that b*tch a lease and your main broad drive a mitsubishi (yeah)
lil uzi vert, i’m applyin’ pressure (yeah)
kit on the glock got a five vector (brrah)
i’m that n*gga ’round in my sector
she gave me brain, i went to the— (lil uzi, ah)
huh? lil uzi (yeah)
ha, lil uzi (ah)
rockstar, rockstar (lil uzi vert, ah)
yeah (lil uzi, rock)
[chorus]
b*tch, my money straight like some f*ckin’ braces
i be in the cut like like some f*ckin’ waves (yeah)
if she not with me, then she f*ckin’ played (yeah)
get the chips and then i dip like some f*ckin’ lays (chips and then i dip)
[verse]
how the f*ck he my enemy and his main car is a ’63? (huh?)
and i heard that that b*tch a lease and your main broad drive a mitsubishi (huh?)
lil uzi vert, i’m applyin’ pressure (yeah)
kit on the glock, got a five vector (yeah)
i’m that n*gga ’round in my sector
she gave me brain all way to the lecture (woah)
millions of bands, reload it, i did on my doly
cheese in my pockets, stromboli (woah, yeah)
she get on top and she show me, she blow me
this b*tch get so super domey (huh?)
cash stick out of my pants, i swear i’m reloadin’
i go to bed in a rollie
wake up, i jump in my lamb’ and i’m smashin’, i go outside in the patek
millions of bands, reload it, i did on my doly
cheese in my pockets, stromboli (yeah)
she get on top and she show me, she blow me (yeah)
this b*tch get so super domey (yeah)
cash stick out of my pants, i swear i’m reloadin’
i go to bed in a rollie
wake up, i jump in my lamb’ and i’m smashin’, i go outside in the patek
i’m not pappin’, you be drawn, this my philly accent
speaking of strong, i smoke loud, i am never absent
, this b*tch hold attachments
all*white like i’m mr. clean, yellow diamond look like sunnyd
how the f*ck he my enemy and his main car is a ’63? (huh?)
and i heard that that b*tch a lease and your main broad drive a mitsubishi (huh?)
lil uzi vert, i’m applyin’ pressure (yeah)
kit on the glock, got a five vector (yeah)
i’m that n*gga ’round in my sector
she gave me brain all way to the lecture (woah)
millions of bands, reload it, i did on my doly
cheese in my pockets, stromboli (yeah, yeah)
she get on top and she show me, she blow me
this b*tch get so super domey (yeah)
cash stick out of my pants, i swear i’m reloadin’
i go to bed in a rollie
[chorus]
b*tch, my money straight like some f*ckin’ braces (yeah)
i be in the cut like like some f*ckin’ waves (yeah, yeah, yeah)
if she not with me then she f*ckin’ played (yeah)
get the chips and then i dip like some f*ckin’ lays (get the chips and then i dip)
[outro]
grrah
uh*uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, lil uzi
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