Oh my God is our fucking songs again At the chip shop, lookin' like a slag Sucking on the manager's dick for a fag' You got ten quid? Lemme give you a shag I'm looking for a dealer, I'ma need a ten bag At the chip shop, waiting for the dealer Hair up in a bun and my lipstick concealer The I hear my government Yo, hey Kalila! Turn around outside What's good, my dealer? Tell me now what you got for me 'Cause you know I don't give gock-gock for free He said, I got the shit, shit so loud Shit so loud, could hear it in a crowd I'm just there like damn Getting fucked up wasn't really my plan But I have to stan Now my mind gone like Madeline McCann At the chip shop, at the chip shop At the chip shop, at the chip shop At the chip shop, at the chip shop At the chip shop, at the chip shop At the chip shop, at the chip shop At the chip shop, at the chip shop