BAD TASTE - ALL MY CHIPS (feat. D.A.S.H & DILLBOP)

Yeah
It's DASH in this bitch
Niggas too worried bout a whip
I could give a shit
Bout a insta bitch
VVS, rollie on my wrist
Imma go invest all my chips
In this music shit
Y'all know who this is
Killed the game and took a souvenir
DASH'll make your favourite Rapper leave the booth in tears
Gave a few more years
Still nobody greater rapping who was here
You a clueless kid when it comes to being businessman
You might not win again
Johnny dang
My raps got gems in them
You ain't even get this Pen
Nigga I ain't Eminem
This is my sentiment
I don't pay a cent to them
These bitches so enticing
Lord knows I can't entice it
What's that over there, my nightmare?
Oh shit that's eve with a taipan
Goddamn, I'm way too hot
Stop, drop , roll when the thang go pop
Yo brain get lost in the madness
Shawty be a real bad bitch
She a savage, ratchet
Fuck it I'll smash it
Spoilt bitch she got the whole package
Rappers wanna come around capping
Actors when the scene on action
Got me here laughing
Niggas too worried bout a whip
I could give a shit
Bout a insta bitch
VVS, rollie on my wrist
Imma go invest all my chips
In this music shit
Y'all know who this is
Killed the game and took a souvenir
Please don't talk to me
If you ain't talking bout no dollars yeah
I ain't sleep for weeks
I work too hard to be a modern man
Everyday I'm making waves
I do it from my harbour yeah
I ain't selling to ya but I make you get your wallet yeah
Please don't talk to me
If you ain't talking bout no dollars yeah
I ain't sleep for weeks
I work too hard to be a modern man
Everyday I'm making waves
I do it from my harbour yeah
I ain't selling to ya but I make you get your wallet yeah
but I make you get your wallet yeah
but I make you get your wallet yeah
Not a sidekick a fly kid
I'm psychic
My Minds sick
Not Slicing
I'm pullin' up with my stick
Saw the tip of the musket
Not askin' for nothin
Don't chill The Muppets
I popped like a dozen
So get the fuck outta my face
Vapour all up in my space
Smoking weed with a nice taste
Colder than the ice age
Nowadays they wanna know my name
No room in my lane
I Ignite like propane
I got pills no cocaine
I see fakes I'm too sane
Hit it from the back make her back ache
248 I'm that way
You ain't shit relax mate
We gon' start a crusade
Ain't nobodies crews gonna be safe
Run up on me will get your shit laced
I'm shit faced and I'm at your crib
Pull the plug then I hit the lick
Last I saw was his body stiff
Call me X the way I pistol whip
No doubt I'm a frizzled kid
At Night Owl at a quarter six
You be out the front trynna palm a stick
Always on my game you ain't half of this
Blazin' on the beat like I sparked a spliff
Chuck you in the rest with the carcass bitch
Closed casket bitch
I'm past a diss
Someone up to the plate and try and cypher this
My minds a twist from a nicer lift
All these bitches want a piece of the designer dick
You can't walk up in my shoes cause there hard to fit
My words are fact your words a myth
They steppin' back when I'm steppin' in

Written by:
Dashel Walsh, Dylan bannerman

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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