Dame Taylor - Pyramid lyrics

(Verse 1: Chubby Jag) Coke flow like I do lines, calling shots from a new line I'm finna' drop, and I'm finna' pop You push back like a new line, every rap got a new line I do grind, so I do shine I'm getting dome, I'm with the twins, I came hard, two time Real n***a come busting in, ga**ing up, cutting wind Got a gat then I'm busting mine, same damn way I was busting in Chicks on me I ain't f** with them, if I pull it out, s** it then I ain't never had a problem getting hoes, don't wanna' f** with me, f** it then (Bridge) Yea I be hustling, ain't no money in this place, I'm about to shake Like every second, I just think about how much I'm about to make I keep it chill, only get down with the real, ain't bout the fake Got so much money in my jeans, I swear my pockets bout to break And then we stacking, yup we stacking up, that's what we do x4 (Verse 2: Chubby Jag) Problems with me that ratchet clap, that mac attack shots back to back I'm in the hood with my goon n***as, we on the block like Shaq attack Realest out theres no matching that, f**ing hoes till that mattress flat My bron's on and my hat to match, I'm on baby doll like cabbage patch One shot and your cabbage patched, I smoked the green and I packed the packs I'm moving rock, I'm in L.A, I'm so good that they match it back Boom, wish a n***a would holmes, I'll try to calm down if I could holmes Got me in the crib full of them goon n***as, look like a n***a brought the whole hood home n***as know me, spit so real, shoe game murder, kicks on k** Whip look clean and my girl loves (sh**?), you don't the half man that b**h so ill Trip and this tool time no handy man, my tool of mine come in handy man I'm the king of crooks, thats the reason why all the pheines is hooked, I'm like candy man Chubby holmes, no six pack, bud on me no six pack Got big stacks, got big gats Drop a cla**ic on them, I did that n***a party hard like a kick back, got a six pack and then flipped that Holmes nice boy with the white boy, I'm Soulja Boy and that's Riff Raff You ain't gotta hide your girl face, cause really I've been on that b**h back Any n***a take my hoe from me, n***a I ain't gonna want that b**h back Two seater just sit back, heat on top of my b**h lap Cause my b**h strap, with a 16 like that b**h rap Roll up blunts and sip yac, picture all the tree we burn down Everybody happy we earned the buck, so we turn it up till we turn down Theres more to rap than just looking hot, that L.A sh** We was born in it, we was sworn in it n***a need cash, you hustle hard, you selling weed or you pushing rock I'll ride I don't need no wheel, n***a with the white I'ma need no steel Always been on top, I don't need your spot Swear a n***a so hot, I don't need no deal n***a I'm G'd up in my khaki bag, hair wild and my nappy bag Smoke anywhere my tacky a**, love and hip hop my scrappy bag Got the best flows, my chest froze till my neck cold, no petro Big checks we fetch those, no groupies round I don't respect hoes They shocked how they getting that cold, n***a hold weight how he getting that swole n***a do flips like I'm doing gymnastics, feel like I should be winning that gold Chubby