Chubby Jag - Clique lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Yea I be smoking, I'd be smoking Yup, I'm climbing, I'd be joking I'd be stroking all these hoes, they not rich but I be hoping Yup, I'm faded, I'd be chocking, pockets up like they'd be coking Fall through, wrist is shining all blue, like I'd be locing I'd be styling on my dolo, I'm wilding, n***a yolo I'd be riding, I'd be riding, like the little man on my polo I'm the baddest, plus I'm tatted, like an Ese on my cholo I need instafans off of instagram me on my photo Chubby, I know all you n***as know, I ain't got no (?) though Funny where I'm from, I'm still respected like that n***a though All my n***as with me here, grinding just to get me here Slanging with a deal, I got that Ganja and that Whitney here Winning on my own court, scared nobody stick me here Taking n***as spots, cause I X factors, Britney Spears You better learn a n***a, f** around and burn a n***a One side first, then we turn a n***a The pipe is with me, the knife is with me, It's kids (?) your wife whipping Any thing should happen, I get it cracking like Rice Krispies You with the funny business, you think it's a comic world I came here to blow up though, this is my atomic world k**er Cal, k**er Kush, they call this the Chronic world You pussies don't have a clue, sh** you like a Amish girl You n***as finish, funny look what my spit invented Just know if I bought it, my n***as in it, your sh** is rented n***as got you scared to show your face and so your sh** is tinted Fly, so they still be hopping in it, if my sh** is dented Hard, and ain't no cover up, Nine-milly tuck her up No bullets, box it out, bus driver uppercut k** the p**y, f** her like I'm really trying to f** her up She just want some bread for head, and I just tell her pucker up Chubby, man I swear I need it now, cause all this waiting scary To be surrounded by this green, I feel like Jason Terry I carry little cash, cause you know how them girls be Trying to shine, but we both know ain't no diamonds in Pearls cheek Turn up off the flower, yea that sour, but my girl sweet And my team brawl, feel like Ben Wallace on World Peace I want the f**ing cream bad, that I could f**ing scream Can't a f**ing thing stop a n***a, this my f**ing dream I know that my kids is gon' be bright, it's in my f**ing genes Ain't nobody f**ing with my clique, you know the f**ing team