(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 nigga come busting in, gassing up, cutting wind
Got a gat then I'm busting mine, same damn way I was busting in
Chicks on me I ain't fuck with them, if I pull it out, suck it then
I ain't never had a problem getting hoes, don't wanna' fuck with me, fuck 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 niggas, we on the block like Shaq attack
Realest out theres no matching that, fucking 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 nigga would holmes, I'll try to calm down if I could holmes
Got me in the crib full of them goon niggas, look like a nigga brought the whole hood home
Niggas know me, spit so real, shoe game murder, kicks on kill
Whip look clean and my girl loves (shit?), you don't the half man that bitch 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 classic on them, I did that
Nigga 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 bitch back
Any nigga take my hoe from me, nigga I ain't gonna want that bitch back
Two seater just sit back, heat on top of my bitch lap
Cause my bitch strap, with a 16 like that bitch 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 shit
We was born in it, we was sworn in it
Nigga need cash, you hustle hard, you selling weed or you pushing rock
I'll ride I don't need no wheel, nigga with the white I'ma need no steel
Always been on top, I don't need your spot
Swear a nigga so hot, I don't need no deal
Nigga I'm G'd up in my khaki bag, hair wild and my nappy bag
Smoke anywhere my tacky ass, 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, nigga hold weight how he getting that swole
Nigga do flips like I'm doing gymnastics, feel like I should be winning that gold
Chubby
