New Snap City

[Intro: Krept]

Ayy, Chip, you're not gonna like the way I come in on this one

Tally

[Verse 1: Krept]

I feel like Man United with a treble

And Chip made it out the T cah he's a different kettle

Niggas think I lost it with the rap, well I've got scores to settle

Like level backward, I'm still levels

There's disrespect (Disrespect)

We've been grinding, never took a day off

Copped a new whiz but my house messy cah my maid in Lagos

How many lines did they cross?

I kind of like the chaos

I had to offset my account so that the grind could take off

Niggas tryna stunt on me in whips until we open throttle

Kate Moss, them niggas tryna flex with the older models

They see us then make a U like the golden bottles (Skrr)

Fuck you, pay me, like I own a brothel (Ah)

It's different here

I'm with some billionaires

I had to break the rules (I had to)

And I'm the only black one here like the 8 in pool (Yeah)

They're tryna stop me, is this April Fools'?

If you wanna block me, you'll have to ask China to make the wall

They said they don't like me, I don't like me as well

Thinks I'm a dickhead so I'm due to put one right in his girl (Word)

Not a joke, you think I won't but only timing will tell (Timing)

I really would, like that word you kind of silent with L's

They talk about my business then they start doing the maths

Nala's mum sold one percent for nearly two hundred bags

Okay, let's rewind, Deuce had a few in the mag (Bah)

Had a stick in the car like he's got blue on the badge (Woosh)

Put it in her tummy

You should see the way she suck me

She ain't scared of the top but she scared of heights so it's funny (It's crazy)

That bitch asking me for sex toys and a Culli'

So I gave her the bullet in the car like Sully (Bop)

This is Chip and Tally, this is fine dining

This is Mike Tyson boxing Mike Tyson

Who the fuck you side-eyeing?

Get 'em at the right timing

Made it to the top and now we skydiving

Separate ourselves and put down white lining

Running up the steps with this

Make it so effortless

Freezer when I check the wrist

Serena with the tennises (Ice)

Had your girl drinking out the bottle in my premises

She put that spirit in her like the Exorcist

Had her in the lobby like a receptionist

Got on top, now she can do all the work 'cause I'm a feminist

Tell her take time, she a perfectionist

She wanna make a film, I'll show that bitch what a director is

Want smoke? Boy, you know where my section is

Don't make a scene 'round my niggas, make sure you respecting them (Please)

They'll stick it in you for that reaction like a EpiPen

Eesh

Disturbing the peace

Call me Jimmy Donaldson, I know you missed the beast

They woke him up

Twenty deep, we roll in trucks

Get the V, we chauffeured up

Put them rappers in a spliff, then roll them up

[Interlude: Krept, Chip]

Fuck

Ayy, Chip, you wanna smoke this?

Ganja, man (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Chip]

One hand on this pen, fam

Other on my spliff like, "Who am I smoking on?" It's them man

Rappers, but they acting, see, my method turn you red, man

Let it spray, you'll be a dead man

Ain't no wide when I stretch man

I said, when you're sad way

There's rappers in my ashtray (Sho)

Sorry if you catch strays

It's like that on a bad day (Brr)

Me, I ain't a spitters, I'm a slappers, I'm a clappers

Need to pick a baby mum, I've been a father to these rappers (Woo)

Me and Krept on the mic, that's like Tyson and Tyson

Or M Bison and M Bison

He ain't no Ryu, he lying (You on no smoke fam)

Pen it up and shoot, can't let them style me crazy (Mm-mm)

Chippy on boots, he like Nala's baby

Hybrid, it's electric when I'm shocking all their plans

Still you'll get this unleaded, I got more in my tank

I'm addicted to dank

But I ain't talking to a therapist or Frank

Cah thoughts turn money in the bank

My run in 2015 like the Gunners '03, '04, akh

That's straight wins or draws, akh

That's spitters on the floor, akh

What? Can't take no more, akh?

Cool, say no more fam (Say nothing), sure

They're like, "He don't run out of words and he can slide on any beat"

But, nigga, facts, I've got classics that'll live longer than me (For sure)

I see rappers wifing women I know other rappers beat

I'm like, "Better you than me"

I've got this microphone, I'm sweet

I'm like Ronaldinho with this pen, I got mad tricks

But tell them cocky kids that I'm still in the field, active

I don't do no bench press (Uh-uh), when I gym it's 'nastics

I got acrobat-tricks

Slap it, make you backflip (Boom)

'Course I'm fucking proud of the scene and where it's come to

Think of all the rappers on the scene I helped to come through

Sitting here like, "Has it come to this?" The Streets sample

You ain't a real king if you cannot protect your castle (Let's go)

Fuck the fake flowers

I get all of mine in rose, straight carats (Ice)

Bored of rap beef, meat and Dover sole in Paris

You one-type-beat rappers, you should be embarrassed

When the in sound changes, you'll vanish

Bars took us round the world, we ain’t no shoulda-woulda-couldas (Nah)

Check grandma in the T, I feel like milk and three sugars (Sho)

Out in Hollywood, me and my peoples

Mix bad and bougie, we the Migos (Woo)

Like check my stats, are you backwards?

Even if you're backwards, check the stats, they still the stats, and that’s just like 'stats' backwards (Yeah)

Never quitting rap becah I do this for the thrill

They count the records that I sold, I count the spitters that I've killed (Brr)

Since Go Down South, me and bro still going (Facts)

Every other year it's like the lawn needs mowing (Facts)

Rap game, snakes in the grass still showing (CM, Play Dirty, you dun know)

But God got us and we know it

[Outro: Chip]

New Snap City

Touch mic, show no pity

How many years we been litty?

Like broski