Crushing Lil Chips

Lil Chip got no dip he got no drip just chronically online bumping his lips

His music shits his girls a GIF he has no gifts his body is stiff

He probably won’t be missed they’ll be happy to not smell his pits

That smells like garbage truck juice and rotten fruit he’s a fruit cake

That one loose grape that fell on the floor that the dog ate his music bars

Don’t exist like prohibition his mom had to be a hoe to pay his tuition

Your hungry I tell you to go to gmail and eat your spam I keep seeing your name

Every time I log in like god damn go touch sun grass release albums with no gas

Is like driving the enola gay without a bomb im a car without an alarm

Treating you like Vietnam or Ukraine to me your just a poop stain slight tooth pain

I have nothing to lose and you have nothing to gain I’ll roll a backwood and burn down your front door

What you holding a gun for your sister took out the bullets im disrespectful to the fullest I’ve haven’t touched a trigger and didn’t pull it

The preacher firing at the pulpit you ain’t on bullshit like Chicago

Your more ass than Latto or ice spice but they rap twice as nice I might dome check you like

Obie trice while your rolling dice and holding a sprite a hold the role that controls your life

You could never get on my level I’m Israel and your just some random rebel

Who’s only armed with a shovel niggas like north west I’m like North Korea

Forced procedure distort the media I just felt like blowing your shit up like a Tesla

This might need a Wikipedia im too wicked for Salems lot random gunshots left his body flailing in the parking lot

On my hip is where I park the Glock RIP a Dorito marks the spot.