Chubby Jag - Full Effect lyrics

Yeah, it's Chubby! n***as turned up by a hundred degrees in this b**h You know what it is Chubby, Chubby! Uh! It's player and balling, keep the coaches out I never talked too much, Cause n***as speak on what you spoke about Money when I focus about, whole pounds smoke it out Broke used to lead the lights on to keep the roaches out I wanna buy my momma store, but the money tight I know a couple rich n***as, but funny, they're the funny type Chubby! I should be smiling, happy, the sunny type Tired of telling n***as homie, I need to get my money right. I knew the sh** was hard, I already knew the sh** The real question is how long can I do the sh**? For ten years homie, no recognition but so in position sponsored links I'm cooking like I flow in the kitchen An old school flat type, homie showing tradition I'm playing like I'm in the finals, homie no exhibition All my women looking vicious, I thought you're in a lake with piranhas My n***as way past swimming with the fishes! It's Chubby! You get the red dot, chess shot, leg shot Arms hit, head shot, shooting till his head drop The haters been saying Cas got a beast I've been k**ing every track, I swear I'm running out of beats Got my foot in every doors like I' running out of feet Gonna live from pulling stickers cause my youngsters gotta eat Get me? caged in the way I live, this sh** is not common Jail food, n***as so addicted to top rhyming We're trying to get our shine on, so we cut diamonds Hustling man n***as on a block with a glock grinding I carry heat bro, before I creep up I'ma f**ing blast it School her hard, not graduated, no I f**ing pa**ed it Got a question for my n***as, hoe don't f** it ask it Pete dub Larsony found in my f**ing casket Jag n***a you know you're with the fight Too hard to get the peace hand, you know you're with the knife I don't think I just do it, you know, homie with a nights n***as so close to winning, feel like Colby with the whites! Chubby, I want it bad, so bad that n***as can't sleep Feed the family, till the mother f**ers can't eat! Man, Chubby still ain't on this can't be You know the model talk sh** till we can't speak! Chubby, you see they're trying to design me, the drama to hind me Obama will rhyme me, but you don't hear me hoe My mind know plenty, I bump on many You stupid n***as not a match, you put LeBron on penny Dig me, you get me? Homie you're penny and I'm LeBron It's tick tock until you're blowing and get me on the bar n***as f**ing with my money, you gonna see the ground I'mma get you where the first, I'll be where you need to drown You don't think I'm losing weight, that's until you see the pounds Chubby Jag k** me ,king until I see the crown!