[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
You cats is useless we shooting n***a my pack is ruthless
We got it cracking our dollar stacking stop acting stupid
How they gon' stop a n***a now I'm the hottest n***a round
I'll knock a n***a down from the top on his block
With the chopper spitting rounds
If he's popping in his town I'll chop a n***a down like, pause
Yea, Chubby finna' blow now
Buzz move fast I ain't finna' slow down
You ain't know I had bars n***as finna' know now
This year is my year boys finna' go down, I'm realer
n***as say I'm sick, I'm iller, murder any track I'm k**er
All you n***as whack, I'm a bring this sh** back I'm triller
I ain't gotta act I'm Zilla
I'm so hood with my muthaf**ing hood a**
Chubby I ain't had to pay to get a hood pa**
I'll show up to a muthaf**ing hood fab
You ain't even gotta come I'm good Ca**
I'm flashy though you know how my cash be yo
Hard top, clean green whip, look like pistachio
I'll be in my drop, getting high, getting guap, getting top from a nasty ho
I swear Chubby got a nasty flow bout bout that time no Casio
And you look a lil ashy yo no shine
I'm a have this sh** locked in no time
I'm the best I didn't even need a co-sign
A n***a Ca** came up on a gold mine
Huh, I make a hater go wild
Sound like this I can't hate on your style
You are not fly n***a you are not I n***a
I'm a top 5 n***a no Jada no Styles
Don't get me (?) inches know them n***as is with me sniping
Flow sounding like that sh** Whitney pippin', I'm crack holmes
Don't get me writing for hating on me or get me slicing
n***as talking crazy like 50 Tyson I'm back holmes
I'd be everywhere no gimmick
Got em' smelling kush everywhere no clinic
Pull up in a mothaf**ing tank no limit
Can't lose like seeing Popeye no spinach
Uh, I rap hard on a n***a
Beat him down like we in a yard on a n***a
Right, left, see me put stars on a n***a
Homie I'm back Yea, Brett Favre on a n***a
Chubby got it all homie I don't need a thing
f** with real G's homie I don't even bang
n***as getting money homie I don't need the change
Raps so good I don't even need a name
Get the click clack pow Duck down n***a
Well known from L.A to Uptown n***a
You had a little run that's enough now n***a
You don't know me don't even f** around n***a
I'm k**er, now you know thats hard
Pull up in a all blue throwback car
Gone off the goose when I get up in the booth
I'm a bench press on em let em hold that bar
Chubby, All my n***as get that dough
Got em saying "how that boy flip that flow?"
Flex on a n***a, muscle, I'll put a X on a n***a like tic tac toe
Jag, Everybody know that sound
Swear these new n***as spitting so whack now
Don't trip homie I'm a hold that down
You tripping on a n***a you can hold that round
Get his face shot make him hold that frown
n***a need work let him hold that pound
Dutch full of haze I'm a blow that down
One shot will tear a n***a Cognac down
You talk about the best I'm for show that now
Moving to fast better slow that down
Next best thing n***as know that now
Swear this Cali n***a finna' hold that crown
Jag!