T.g.i.f. Lyrics - Chip The Ripper

Verse 1: 

Knock Knock cudi open up dis chip 

Gotta kush pack shells 

And some henni we could sip 

Keep a couple dolla's on 

Give a penny to bitch 

But im wit a couple ho's 

Who said they really wanna get 

Aquainted with some nigga's 

Who, ain't the average nigga's 

They just wanna see why 

All they girlfriends be wanting pictures 

I be flyer then a hundred navs 

Worth a hundred hundrend stacks 

I ain't gonna stop shoppin 

Till i hit a hundred sacks 

Although that's a given 

I ain't even gotta mint chain 

Candy old school 

Put you nigga's in detention 

Slabbed nigga's deeped up 

Tool in the cloths 

I'm just a young fresh fly 

Fool wit some gold 

CHORUS: 

Ayyy, what it do my dude 

I'm livin life dawg what about you 

And i ain't even gatta tell a lie 

My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high 

So I'm, watchin my moves 

From the shoes on the cool 

Be damned if a nigga aint high to the roof 

Pimp tight get it right homey more or less 

Gatta thank god I'm fresh 

Verse 2: 

Oh I rearrange faces when I drop, 

I'm super duper cudi, 

Candy paint the rag top 

Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin when I lean 

They gimme to my fans, 

I'm country till I decease 

Pleaseee, 

I stay up on my creep so to come up 

Gatta look the part superstar, no stunnas 

I'ma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind 

I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind 

She fine as she wannabe 

But she wanna check though 

Dodging and popping pictures, 

Like the hoes was working with the law 

Back and shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left 

Now I pick the hoes that I want, 

And give my niggas what is left 

I don't kno if it's the name or the bake on bottoms 

Keep them on sleep them 501's 

You can't knock em 

Use ta have the honda with the 30 day tags 

That was in the past 

NOW I'm finna throw em on the JAG 

CHORUS: 

Ayyy, what it do my dude 

I'm livin life dawg what about you 

And ine even gatta tell a lie 

My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high 

So I'm, watchin my moves 

From the shoes on the cool 

Be Damned if a nigga aint high to the roof 

Pimp tight get it right homey more or less 

Gatta thank god I'm fresh