Chubby Jag - New God Flow lyrics

(Hook) Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that bod Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G.O.D (Verse) If needed money start in pitching the bags A real job is such a kick in the a** I remember mom's hiding all the cheese and I dig in the stash But really I ain't trying to dig in the past I'm trying to get bread flip the call a bank Like I'm hitting the gla** Itch in the blast Bullets like I'm Vick in the lat Remember running from my boys left my kicks in the gra** Funny now I'm in the kitchen with Ca** getting the cash sponsored links I'm all about my swag f** everything else Tell 'em Chubby Jag f** everything else You can say what you want just be looking for my goons They gon' beat the n***a a** f** everything else His sh** be sounding crazy, I swear that I'm the greatest I really mean that sh** don't get twisted 'cause I'm faded And I can't say I'm the new God, 'cause can't nobody do God Creative with the flow and I send all the thanks to God Tell them girls Biggie's back, er'body 2Pac Where I'm from ,real homie and that will get you shot Swear it's my truth , if you hate I might shoot One gun's not enough for manimi like 2 They say where you come from they don't do it like you All the slims like woo, all the low's like true Homie I don't even bang bring the n***as right through When the sound is good they can underprice you Stay willin' , hard work with straight talent Ball coming with the heat now, we Ray Allen Know that we earn it, but we learn it like we still in school Broke so I'm filling food, hungry so I'm stealing food I don't really want the OJ so I'm stealing shoes You need a new fit to hang so I'm feeling cool The air nars will f** you over got me feeling screwed Lately holidays been weak and I'm kinda feeling Scrooge I'm petting my dues on the floor and cat's house And that blackout room where we rap till we pa** out It ain't nothing like that feeling you put when you cash out All the hoes flock to you broke n***as is a**ed out I'm the hammer man , heater on the ways homie hammer pan You ain't shot sh** without a camera man Funny see where I'm from you could get shot for what you wearing n***as They don't got no parents so they k**ing don't be carrying Chubby You don't know that I'm a spitter you gon' learn it now Smoke till you drop homie,fall back, burn it down