text: Yeah
  Cut the lights down low
  Here comes this walking cloud of smoke
  Why is he not never broke?
  What is this, huh, some kind of joke?
  This bag of weed will smoke out six states
  Im King Chip, nigga, ask yo bitch how my dick tastes
  Im in these streets touring with a pound of trees
  Smokers always surrounding me
  Now these bitches houndin me, wanna go outta town with me
  Told this girl I only fuck two dimes at one time
  So she came back with a 9.5, I said fine
  Fuck it, close enough, open up, let me plug up your socket
  Keep some weed in my pocket in case you get out of pocket
  Uh, we chilling by the pool and bitches wanna get higher
  Told her my name was Chip and she told me I was a liar
  Im hot, bitch, Im on fire, she dont even think Im me
  And I really do this shit, how the fuck you think I eat?
  Its you and your girlfriend?
  Cool, its just me and Travis Scott
  We just need some head we dont ask a lot, haha
  Twenty drunk bitches around me
  Toastin up, this cant be life
  All these bitches around me
  Fresh as fuck, this every night
  Mumbling