Blue chips
Stacking up high til' the roof hit
Slide through the back I’m the guy with the new hit
Feeling like myself on a high with a new bitch
I made a habit of loving on shawty
The way that she feel me her hands on my body
The feeling of progress
Is one we don’t got
Made a lot of the profit
And now she want on it
Blue chips
Stacking up high til' the roof hit
Slide through the back I’m the guy with the new hit
Feeling like myself on a high with a new bitch
Blue chips
Stacking up high til' the roof hit
Slide through the back I’m the guy with the new hit
Feeling like myself on a high with a new bitch

I’m on a high but it’s up to thе higher ups
Light em' up fire еm'
Fill up the styrofoam
Pile em up
Bodies on top of the xylophone
I make some music
Head back to the Capricorn
Little a bit I be pimping all of my enemies
Bruh you gotta be kidding
Somebody pass me the henesssy
I see pass what you pretend me
Heavily set ahead a bit
Id Rather go sell records
But I guess they want me celibate
I could switch the flow
Like we back in the dojo
Punch through the board
With the boys in a 4 door
So slow, rolling up dope
In the roto
I’m so close
Too what I always hope for
Blue chips
Stacking up high til' the roof hit
Slide through the back I’m the guy with the new hit
Feeling like myself on a high with a new bitch
Blue chips
Stacking up high til' the roof hit
Slide through the back I’m the guy with the new hit
Feeling like myself on a high with a new bitch
I made a habit of loving on shawty
The way that she feel me her hands on my body
The feeling of progress
Is one we don’t got
Made a lot of the profit
And now she want on it
Blue chips
Stacking up high til' the roof hit
Slide through the back I’m the guy with the new hit
Feeling like myself on a high with a new bitch
Blue chips
Stacking up high til' the roof hit
Slide through the back I’m the guy with the new hit
Feeling like myself on a high with a new bitch

Flock to the store
In crocks we finna pop off
Fiddle with the game
Like pop we got the lock off
And now we on top
Just watch we finna blow up
The feeling in my heart like god
I gotta go off
To try and play my part, Its hard
But imma go on
To push against the grain
No stopping back Where I’m from
Onto better things I outta
Get my stuff up
The foot on
To put on the gas
And the coolant
Blue chips
I got the mind of a Buddhist
Tied to myself they be calling
I’m like who this
Putting down the phone
Imma go tag a new bitch
Foolish
Stop trynna hang with the cool kids
Realized I’m the one
So I’m done trynna prove shit
Living in the pocket
Yea I think I found my groove bitch
Thinking of falling
She crying her heart Out
She think I’m gonna listen
I’m done being soft dog
I’m done with comparisons
Them dudes my shadow
They mirror my image
They all being shallow
They know what they’re doing
It’s shameless abusing
They filling the void
Cause they all suck at music
Just keep it 100
Don’t speak on my movement
Don’t ever try me and I will never shoot ya
These possums
Like Austin
They power impossible
Sit in the quarantine
Making my capital
Stack it up rake it up
Feel like you fake enough
I got some homies that leach and they flaking off
Pick em up give em all
Lessons to get involved
I can not hate
Or hold grudges
They fuckin up
Everything I know
My destiny holds enough
Why don’t you tell us
How you gon' make it dawg?

Blue chips
Stacking up high til' the roof hit
Slide through the back I’m the guy with new hit
Feeling like myself on a high with a new bitch
Blue chips
Stacking up high til' the roof hit
Slide through the back I’m the guy with new hit
Feeling like myself on a high with a new bitch
Blue chips
Stacking up high til' the roof hit
Slide through the back I’m the guy with the new hit
Feeling like myself on a high with a new bitch
I made a habit of loving on shawty
The way that she feel me her hands on my body
The feeling of progress
Is one we don’t got
Made a lot of the profit
And now she want on it