Craze for chips

I said I craze for chips and blaze and whips and lays with chicks and raise my clips and sprays I spit don't get it twisted see I'm a nice guy I push the five vibe and mac with five guys use the mac and drive-bys you want to test with five knives then you rest with no lives while I rise to the occasion play ball surprise I'm blazing in all my eyes is chasing the riches in fame bitches with game snitches get the stitches and they blame my customers flossing dust at first they lost in this world oysters and pearls all a cop alone my rocks gators with socks players get the blaze and they knock off another bit I smother kids with gats on my waist the bats on your face controlling H dub like a mace stay in your place before the gats stay on your case and while these crab niggas shitting feces and getting DC's my cream increase plus my whole sweet like Reese's that's why I receive animosity when copper keys and rocking DT's who think they stopping me approach I'm popping three straight through the chest I laid him to rest open his chest shorty schemas scoping your breasts blazing assess sweaters his guests love is the best bagging woman why these cats persist the more less results of the of mug and the ice grill I got a nice skill flossing only when I let my eyes feel my state of mind stay on top of my game monogamous dame unanimous fame screaming my name not knowing my pain or where I rest at plus the fact that push your chest back still want to flex black your bitch is yelling at your s*x whack and your breath snake I rock the vest me I push the legs paint on some neck shit like a toilet bowl I catch you