King Chip - Run My City lyrics
[Hook:] Ain't no--ain't nobody f**in' with me I run my city daddy I'm the man where I live Tell them what my name is Chip tha Ripper, Chip--Chip tha Ripper Chip tha Ripper, Chip--Chip tha Ripper [Verse 1] I'm a wreckin' cappin' money stackin' Pistol packin' son of a b**h I'm throwed-(yeah)-I'm so throwed in the club And I got my gun in this b**h n***as be hatin', talkin' sh** I don't get mad or throw no fits I'mma let my gun to like the tip of my dick Everytime I'm with your b**h Blastoff, Ka-boom! Barbeque sauce all over the street Pieces of you everywhere You almost as famous as me Yeah I know you like my whip But leave it at cause I ain't no punk Got a diamond in the back and a sunroof top Every time I co*k my Glock I dunk Roll forty-five in the shotgun pump Blow out your god damn socks, n***a I don't give a f** you ain't heard about me I'm a motherf**in' ox, n***a Flyer than a motherf**er hoes come and get me I stepped out in my gator boots And Crocodile Dundee tried to trip me I don't play with these haters I let them off until they empty I bring Kibbles N Bits to the hood So tell them big boys come and sick me All it takes is one pound to the crown And you lost No matter what game you playin' You can't beat the boss [Hook] Ain't no--ain't nobody f**in' with me I run my city daddy I'm the man where I live Tell them what my name is Chip tha Ripper, Chip--Chip tha Ripper Chip tha Ripper, Chip--Chip tha Ripper Ain't no--ain't nobody f**in' with me I run my city daddy I'm the man where I live Tell them what my name is Chip tha Ripper, Chip--Chip tha Ripper Chip tha Ripper, Chip--Chip tha Ripper [Verse 2] I'mma get my dough I'mma get my bread Hundred dollars bills are worth A lot more than your head What you wanna do? I got money in the bank Try to play battleship with Chip tha Rip Your ship will sank I sip purple drank I roll purple dank Twenty-eights on the hummer truck can make it look like army tank Hold up--hold up stop--hold up stop my mind is blank That hydro got my mind blown I can't think Now are them twenty-eights on that little Chevrolet Or am I trippin'? My car sits up too high How the hell are we gonna get in? If it wasn't twenty-fours and up Then it wasn't Chip then Doors go out or up up up in the air I lift them The wood in the middle of the Christmas Tree Is what--is what I'm grippin' Clear finger nail polish Is what my car got dipped in Nuts colored golden brown So I'm sittin in chicken The outside of my whip is the color of tea So I'm sittin' in Lipton [Hook] Ain't no--ain't nobody f**in' with me I run my city daddy I'm the man where I live Tell them what my name is Chip tha Ripper, Chip--Chip tha Ripper Chip tha Ripper, Chip--Chip tha Ripper Ain't no--ain't nobody f**in' with me I run my city daddy I'm the man where I live Tell them what my name is Chip tha Ripper, Chip--Chip tha Ripper Chip tha Ripper, Chip--Chip tha Ripper