[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
Yea I be smoking, I'd be smoking
Yup, I'm climbing, I'd be joking
I'd be stroking all these hoes, they not rich but I be hoping
Yup, I'm faded, I'd be chocking, pockets up like they'd be coking
Fall through, wrist is shining all blue, like I'd be locing
I'd be styling on my dolo, I'm wilding, n***a yolo
I'd be riding, I'd be riding, like the little man on my polo
I'm the baddest, plus I'm tatted, like an Ese on my cholo
I need instafans off of instagram me on my photo
Chubby, I know all you n***as know, I ain't got no (?) though
Funny where I'm from, I'm still respected like that n***a though
All my n***as with me here, grinding just to get me here
Slanging with a deal, I got that Ganja and that Whitney here
Winning on my own court, scared nobody stick me here
Taking n***as spots, cause I X factors, Britney Spears
You better learn a n***a, f** around and burn a n***a
One side first, then we turn a n***a
The pipe is with me, the knife is with me, It's kids (?) your wife whipping
Any thing should happen, I get it cracking like Rice Krispies
You with the funny business, you think it's a comic world
I came here to blow up though, this is my atomic world
k**er Cal, k**er Kush, they call this the Chronic world
You pussies don't have a clue, sh** you like a Amish girl
You n***as finish, funny look what my spit invented
Just know if I bought it, my n***as in it, your sh** is rented
n***as got you scared to show your face and so your sh** is tinted
Fly, so they still be hopping in it, if my sh** is dented
Hard, and ain't no cover up, Nine-milly tuck her up
No bullets, box it out, bus driver uppercut
k** the p**y, f** her like I'm really trying to f** her up
She just want some bread for head, and I just tell her pucker up
Chubby, man I swear I need it now, cause all this waiting scary
To be surrounded by this green, I feel like Jason Terry
I carry little cash, cause you know how them girls be
Trying to shine, but we both know ain't no diamonds in Pearls cheek
Turn up off the flower, yea that sour, but my girl sweet
And my team brawl, feel like Ben Wallace on World Peace
I want the f**ing cream bad, that I could f**ing scream
Can't a f**ing thing stop a n***a, this my f**ing dream
I know that my kids is gon' be bright, it's in my f**ing genes
Ain't nobody f**ing with my clique, you know the f**ing team