(Verse 1: Jag)
Chubby, I be ballin' I got mean game
But got bills, I'm always needing cream mane
Stash get low, I'm in the bank with the thing mane
Mad scope but na I ain't Bruce Wayne or Dean Cain
And I ain't Liu Kang or Ving Rhames
So no I don't know karate baby boy but got a mean aim
I'm straight real all these other niggas fake as hell
Spit I can tell you about bars like I escaped from jail, Killed Tracks
I bet you snitches can't wait to tell
Certified try and check my weight I'll probably break the scale
Niggas sooner found in line homie keep the hating
I'm bout to drop after Cass and the streets is waiting
Chill if I think that you can fight like when I see you're asian
Then fuck boxing nigga heat is blazin' he amazing
Chubby, They don't wan't let the guy shine
I'm in that Royce, but I ain't 5'9"
See I'm a boss nigga read between the guidelines
I'm prime time nigga all you do is ride pine
I give you one shot two shot three shot four of dem
Shoot and don't leave until the morgue start exploring him
We in here, hit the A&R's we need more of them
Try and get stupid rich a mill will still poor to him
Crazy with the it ins money got me buying shit I know I can't fit in
That's just because I like the whip
I'm dark skinned ya'll you know I had to light my wrist
Dumb good I rap like a nun would, nice as shit
Since a youngin' I was pipin' chicks
You couldn't mack the bitches already fucked in your nicest fit
The newest king and I'm coming for the ring Frodo
I'm on that ass like a chilo go poppin' shit
Hot as shit, bless you just acknowledge it
He movin' them ostriches
Plus keep two in the Glock to spit
Caveman jewels gotta chain to put some rocks in it
Turn into a theif and I will turn into Stojakovic, Jag
I'm gettin' money and my bread up
I wear shit you can't rock
You can't cop so you fed up
And no I never had relations with the feds but
My 5-0 a make yo head bust stiff and rotten
Fuck the law and fuck ya'll we can get it poppin'
Niggas drop and die or get killed homie pick a option
Ya I'm hot like slaves when they was picking cotton
But I was pimpin' pickin' breezys before this shit was poppin'
I gave her dick and knocked the bitch unconscious
So you see now
She wit you for the rebound like Dennis Rodman
I'm in the Maybach tv watchin'
And I'm talkin' bout the CD droppin'
I can't see me stoppin'
I'm in the strip club breezys flockin'
Bitch's asscrack beedy poppin'
See I got hella cake
We made men see us celebrate
That car jet away
Watch money elevate, Chubby
And I ain't sweet
I ain't homo I ain't eyeing dude
But try and move look stupid see this iron move
I ain't a hater what you tryna' prove
I'm in there buying shoes
Shining on the island with my diamond jewels
Fuck with me I can triple what you tryna' move
Take your cake throw you in the lake you be pyranha food
I'm from the streets but I be rhymin' smooth
Old School glasses got the bitches yellin' chubby lookin' kind of smooth
This gettin' money shit is kinda' cool
Me and Cass chandelier shoppin' buyin' houses with designer pools
And to the top where niggas tryna' move
You wanna play, you must be tryna' lose, I'm standing in Obama's shoes
And for them Presies nigga triggas will blow
It's the flyest fat nigga you know
I'm that nigga you know
Chubby, I be ballin' I got mean game
But got bills, I'm always needing cream mane
Stash get low, I'm in the bank with the thing mane
Mad scope but na I ain't Bruce Wayne or Dean Cain
And I ain't Liu Kang or Ving Rhames
So no I don't know karate baby boy but got a mean aim
I'm straight real all these other niggas fake as hell
Spit I can tell you about bars like I escaped from jail, Killed Tracks
I bet you snitches can't wait to tell
Certified try and check my weight I'll probably break the scale
Niggas sooner found in line homie keep the hating
I'm bout to drop after Cass and the streets is waiting
Chill if I think that you can fight like when I see you're asian
Then fuck boxing nigga heat is blazin' he amazing
Chubby, They don't wan't let the guy shine
I'm in that Royce, but I ain't 5'9"
See I'm a boss nigga read between the guidelines
I'm prime time nigga all you do is ride pine
I give you one shot two shot three shot four of dem
Shoot and don't leave until the morgue start exploring him
We in here, hit the A&R's we need more of them
Try and get stupid rich a mill will still poor to him
Crazy with the it ins money got me buying shit I know I can't fit in
That's just because I like the whip
I'm dark skinned ya'll you know I had to light my wrist
Dumb good I rap like a nun would, nice as shit
Since a youngin' I was pipin' chicks
You couldn't mack the bitches already fucked in your nicest fit
The newest king and I'm coming for the ring Frodo
I'm on that ass like a chilo go poppin' shit
Hot as shit, bless you just acknowledge it
He movin' them ostriches
Plus keep two in the Glock to spit
Caveman jewels gotta chain to put some rocks in it
Turn into a theif and I will turn into Stojakovic, Jag
I'm gettin' money and my bread up
I wear shit you can't rock
You can't cop so you fed up
And no I never had relations with the feds but
My 5-0 a make yo head bust stiff and rotten
Fuck the law and fuck ya'll we can get it poppin'
Niggas drop and die or get killed homie pick a option
Ya I'm hot like slaves when they was picking cotton
But I was pimpin' pickin' breezys before this shit was poppin'
I gave her dick and knocked the bitch unconscious
So you see now
She wit you for the rebound like Dennis Rodman
I'm in the Maybach tv watchin'
And I'm talkin' bout the CD droppin'
I can't see me stoppin'
I'm in the strip club breezys flockin'
Bitch's asscrack beedy poppin'
See I got hella cake
We made men see us celebrate
That car jet away
Watch money elevate, Chubby
And I ain't sweet
I ain't homo I ain't eyeing dude
But try and move look stupid see this iron move
I ain't a hater what you tryna' prove
I'm in there buying shoes
Shining on the island with my diamond jewels
Fuck with me I can triple what you tryna' move
Take your cake throw you in the lake you be pyranha food
I'm from the streets but I be rhymin' smooth
Old School glasses got the bitches yellin' chubby lookin' kind of smooth
This gettin' money shit is kinda' cool
Me and Cass chandelier shoppin' buyin' houses with designer pools
And to the top where niggas tryna' move
You wanna play, you must be tryna' lose, I'm standing in Obama's shoes
And for them Presies nigga triggas will blow
It's the flyest fat nigga you know
I'm that nigga you know
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