Dickhead - CHIP

So obviously, this is my AK-47, man

This is my AK

Man try drop tunes at 6 today

I said «Dickhead», 11pm tonight, CM

You get me?

And then you just strap that up quickly, put that down

Cuh obviously, man can’t run out of bars, you get me, man

So basically, I’m a wasteman

But you’re here because of my career

This nigga confused, that doesn’t make no sense, but anyway

Right now, I’m the boy in the corner

Come on then, try me, dickhead

Chipmunk can’t run out of bars

No, I’m not Tinie, dickhead

You thought I ain’t got heart cause I don’t talk crud

But I’m not a dickhead

But you can’t take crud to niggas on crud

And that’s how I know you’re a dickhead

You don’t like me cuh the truth hurts

And it always comes right behind

You spoke to Fekky, you spoke to Wretch

You’ve been reaching out on the sly

You wanna lie for the kids on YouTube

You can’t play with my mind

Look, I’ll turn you into lamb neck soup

Can’t pull wool over my eyes

Shut up, you dickhead, you dickhead

Came to my ends like a dickhead

Didn’t come back, dickhead

Hat-Trick's for dickhead, Patrick’s a dickhead

Chipmunk’s a sickhead

Whoa, about numbers sold

No, you ain’t got a million sold

Struggling to pay rent, are you on crack?

Dickhead, I own my home

Tweet tweet, get at me

Velour tracky, gladly

Velour tracky, swaggy

I would send you one

But no, you make the ting look trampy

Right now, I’ve got a couple Beyblade songs

Light Work spin a man, I get my Beyblade on

Five months, yeah manaman took too long

Five hours, let it bang, another tune gone, (BOOM)

Fake MCs, these fake MCs

Nah trust me, I can’t stand them

Next year, I might squash it with the MOBOs

This year, trust me, fuck you and them

I ain’t playing, it’s that time

If you win, I’ll smash mine

On camera, it’s that time, I don’t give a fuck time

I’ll turn it up time, you man are lunchtime

You can’t keep up with the pace

So shut up and don’t come back (dickhead!)

Fam, you never made me cut my hair

Fuck it, I’m growing it back (dickhead!)

Relegation, mmm, nah, I’m at your neck (dickhead!)

Just like I, just like I said (dickhead!)

Just like I, just like I said

Oi, my man’s done out, done out

He didn’t come back, he got run out

No more, never again, I swear down, dead