PEST CONTROL Lyrics – CHIP

[Verse 1]
When, when, when you say like you’ll help—
‘Cause if I be real, if you won’t,
Spoke to me like I’m someone that can help,
Like more time, just like that.

Wedding, that wedding dynamic—
Anyone will think you’re the teacher
And I’m the student.
And it’s not that, bro, you get me?

I would have bought everything we’re saying now,

For instance, yeah, in a different space—
Not at a wedding, and not with my little sister, I would say.

But there’s a certain type of conversation
And certain type of energy that she doesn’t even need to see.
And it’s not why—um,
Because I’ve seen things online
That I know that you popping half a style on me.

It’s ’cause I come up with street (??) bro.
I’ve seen that one ten times over.

The day someone says to me,
“Come here, let me chat to you,”
And I walk, is the day I won’t even go rap no more.

No one tells me, “Come here, let me chat to you,”
And then I walk off.
You know what I’m saying?

[Verse 2]
You’re saying that’s standard,
Even whether he meant it like that or didn’t—
There’s no protocol, like, you know what I’m saying?

I don’t know.
I’m never saying to you,
“Come here, let me chat to you. Take out your phone right now.”

‘Cause man to man, you just know certain things, bro.
The answer is just no.
Like, no, no, no, no.

Because I don’t chat to you like that.
Do you get what I’m saying?

We can say,
“Oh, it’s just never going to talk.”
It’s like, “Nah, forget all that. We’re all men.”

No, you get what I’m saying?
So, it’s like kindness and respect—
That’s what I give.
That’s my show.

[Chorus / Bridge]
Who? God bless. No man curse.
That’s why I can’t fear no (??).
This ain’t what you want.
That was scare one (??).

How can I invite you anywhere
When it’s G around me?
You can’t be there. No (??).

G around me—you can’t be near no titties,
‘Cause there ain’t no telling
When your hands get witty about street ready.

Little (??), you ain’t me ready.
Stop begging on my line, you little Camden nitty.
You ain’t got weight in Camden City.

Chinx is better, and he’s way more drilling.

[Verse 3]
What’s in the face by who?
Stop the banner.
It’s you, what your face pump out on.
It’s you, what your face pump out on camera.

You who does moves and bats at the Glock.
Now you who does moves and bats out your camera.
Even gangsters know that ain’t one you.

This is not about words.
You cap to get corrected.
You guess it worse.
I’d rather be in a clash with a tree
Than out here clashing this perf.

One high—you had a whole six month six.
This is two to six. You’re getting served.

Pull up to one Raven having last night—that ain’t going to work.
Do anything for a clown, and you know it.
Bringing your pen this way—where you going?

Next time you perform in your TomTom,
If you’re Tommy Shelby, say when you’re going.
Huh? About Tommy Shelby?
Plum should be clean cut. You’re a (??).

[Verse 4]
About Tommy Shelby is dumb.
My (??), you ain’t white or from BR.
Ah, lick him with the essay.
Course muscle went missing on your essays.

How you got an A in English?
An A in English and don’t know the meaning in an essay.
Blessing me, tried mom in the house.
No blessing me like cooked and f got to get him out of here.

This n!gga’s out of it, baby.
Leave women out of this.
Killing this test with bars.

Never man send a bad mix to the master.
Three whole days, and you dropped a collage.
Three whole days, still pushing facad.
Three whole days—it don’t take me freeho.

Man, I hang it, but you’re getting this burst work.
Google the mean and a pervert.
You’re a big fan, mate.
Insta looking like a chip fan page.

You never B and shown down at the time,
My (??), you ain’t, but it’s a vi.
Listening trim said, listen in yard, I got fear.
Now you got to get it, ’cause you just don’t listen.

[Verse 5]
The chat was UK verse, you rest,
And you jumped out banging on Go.
What a chief, man.

You’re dissing (??) over street stuff,
But you’re on the same zones mentioning me.
Little crosses go to hell for you.
(??) boy, I ain’t even going sh for you.

Jumped up this two-man—they helped you through daddy’s home.
Look at me again, still helping you (??).
Yeah, yeah, let that breathe, but I don’t want to do three.

What’s a lamb to a goat? (??)
You a sheep. Take this L, A, and B.
Everyone seen I been minding my business.
Now I’m getting drawn out by some wanna-be Titch.

I don’t give a (??) about the wicked man.
Leave me alone.
I’m too wicked at this show.

You got pag guns, ride, hit blocks.
You do way more lip than lick shots.
When it comes to this, I’m the big boss.
And it gets worse when I’m pissed.

Your last one—you done the mix, bro.

[Outro]
P.S. I do not sell weed.
Allow me. I beg.