Ask About Me

[Hook x2] Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho' Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah) Ask about me [Verse 1: Kid Cudi] Dawg it's the weirdo again I packed my bags back up in the land Hoes talk down and then shake your hand Believe me my nigga, supply and demand I walked that line I learned them ropes Did my thing I prayed and hoped Now I'm getting back cuz my thick hoes wanna date Put no limit just twerkin' and movin' I stick and probe when I get it in then I might dip fast If you focused you might cash But not like Ray so please fall back Live your life don't focus on money Hello girl you can call me the moon man Up above I fly fast anywhere nigga any given time a couple lines Homeboy I ain't gotta rhyme so nice with it And I keep that wahoo fitted Flow was gravy, Bape, beige and navys Back in high school hoes tried to diss me Now all I gotta do is sing for a pretty thing Give me five minutes, she all on my ding-a-ling Can't live if you ain't about something Can't talk if you live life frontin' Boss life from invisible see a model then it's go time Never handed it so I took mine I didn't have a watch so I took time Format it now they gotta jock it My slim cut jeans haters try to knock it Now them same mother fuckers keep 501's 10 Deep, bumpin' that slab up [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper] I be on that-that-that monster shit RAWR bitch, lot's of dick If hoes get to beggin' that front door shall be their consequence Get up outta here bitch, Cudi got some hoes comin' And when them hoes come all they talkin' cummin' Turn pike hustler that'll be I Pullin' up to your city pretty high And it's all for the rent, it's all for the fits The money goes to the kush packs and the cigs And the music I do it for the hoods and the kids And the baby mamas who be in the hood with the kids Do shit for the money fuck a favor Text the address I'll see you later M-I-A that's where I'll be But for now I'mma G-R-I-N-D Til a nigga caked up ain't worried bout shit Meantime nigga better worry about Chip Meantime nigga better worry bout clips They gone be up in your ass if you talkin' that shit To the wrong motherfucker from the jungle dog Niggas out here come and hunt you down Doors still be wide as a mother fucker And them 15s be jumpin dog Mister Don't-Give-A-Fuck is in the place Louis shades, 700 on my face Fresh scampi I'm loving that taste Neva snitch, 12 hundred for the case Me and Cudi here now what's good You done fell off like we knew you would Now I can show you how to be a real nigga be the coldest and still be true to your hood [Hook] x4