Lyrics Chip! - Caliber

(Ahhhh)
(Wah wah wah wah wah)
(wah wah wah wah wah)
I got a chip, I got a chip
I'm finna wyle, I'm finna dip
You ate my heart, you ate my heart bae
Put me on broadway, pour all dat salt in
Oooh I'm on 10
Fuck the whole world, I put my hip
In it like John Wick, I got a grip
Share it on Tik-Tok, clappin' like Flip-Flop, left over wrist-watch
Fightin on finance wit'cho fine ass, put me in place like I'm the rent
Bitch think you Barbie, I ain't yo Ken
Yeah I'm broke nigga dis is America, shit built on credit, I'm pitchin' my tent
Dap Uncle Sam wit' a big ass grin, turnt real shark I'm growin' my fin
Fuck the fit up like he ordered from Shein, Bitch I'm outside ain't right within
Been tryna exchange my whole being, Forex nigga go and make me a flip
You gimme' ya trust and I'm takin' a sip
Ain't shootin for love, I fumble the clip
Ain't shootin for love, I fumble the clip

I'm tired, Niggas movin' with a loose screw not retied
I'm on E like a Tesl-a, motherboard new and rewired
Mother bored of me sleepin' in her crib eatin' up all of her diet
Got bitches in my head, gassin up my engine, best believe they is all fye
Delulu like Lizzy McGuire, the wrong nigga to inspire
(Yeah)
I am the Mac and yes y'all are some Q Kazoos, blew regard kisses to ya
Insanity silly so I ran dumbly I got to the line
Ain't know bout no race but I know I'm a looney
Best hope in my pock- I ain't got no Glock-izzy cause
Y'all better run when I pick it up
(Y'all better run when I)
Y'all better run when I pick it up
(Y'all better run when I, y'all better run when I)
Y'all better run when I pick it up

I got a chip, I got a chip
I'm finna wyle, I'm finna dip
You ate my heart, you ate my heart bae
Put me on broadway, pour all dat salt in
Oooh I'm on 10
Fuck the whole world, I put my hip
In it like John Wick, I got a grip
Share it on Tik-Tok, clappin' like Flip-Flop, left over wrist-watch
Fightin on finance wit'cho fine ass, put me in place like I'm the rent
Bitch think you Barbie, I ain't yo Ken
Yeah I'm broke nigga dis is America, shit built on credit, I'm pitchin' my tent
Dap Uncle Sam wit' a big ass grin, turnt real shark I'm growin' my fin
Fuck the fit up like he-

Run for yo'selves, Red Blue Re-Democrat
When I'm up best believe we done wit' all of that
Don't give a fuck, picked up the crown, it's up then it's stuck
She dance wit' the the stars and you is a runner up
You better run when I pick it up

Ain't shootin for love, I fumbled the clip
Ain't shootin for love, I fumbled the clip