Grim Roots - Problem Child (Chips Diss)
Quick sixteen, one take.. Shit's nuffin
Lyrics
That's the sound of the man cockin that thang, that thang
That's the sound of the man clappin that thang, that thang
[Hibernation on the intro]
This kid is a fag, I'll load clip in the mag
And be like Lays nigga, when I leave chips in a bag
Real talk I'ma blast ya whole surface
Stomp ya ass for a reason and that's the sole purpose
Nigga's see him and laugh, I'm creepin to blast
Call him QB (Why?) 'cause he a thing of the pass
Blastin off shots nigga, I hope they fatal
And leave Chips laid out, without a poker table
See me when I spit which'll leave you in a ditch
I see the bitch in you, but I never seen you in a bitch
I'll pull my glock out and straight riddle this kid
And leave holes in this cracker like the middle of Ritz
Nigga you bitch, how ya ass get to hip hop?!
When he sound like a French version of Kid Rock
Said I aint wann kill him, but y'all see through me
So I'll choke you till you Blue, Chips like that Nick Nolte movie
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