Chubby Jag - My Team Go Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Swag right, now I got these chickens waving hi See making money only thing better than saving lives My cake right, late night, we be weighing pies Fifty for the Jesus Piece, let's talk about paying ties These n***as got to many problems, I be staying high No I ain't hating on your hustle, I'm just saying "why"? Cause if you talking out your lips, we get to busting holmes Open up your muffin holmes, now you got a muffin top We keep going, n***a making sure nothing stop You know the motto, keep cooking till the oven pop I'm in a white tee, retro's, historic gold I got the heat, and my flat top, Norris Cole Chubby, got the world shocked holmes, no taser This new Cali n***a k**ing holmes, no blazer I like all my b**hes shaved, n***a no razor I'm known for knocking down the best of them, Joe Frazier Oh yea I'm back, I Flat top, gold chain Never let you hold bread, but I'd let you hold caine n***a really coach n***as, plus I really sold flame Never seen a nose run, I made a fiend nose rain If it's beef, you get smoked like B-B-Q Fly n***a Jag, if I was you I'd try to be me to Chubby, I had bars without the jail boy Keys like a bellboy, how could n***as fail boy f** a n***as sale boy, I just made a sale boy Swear I'm off the meter, got a heater full of shells boy Pounds, n***as overweight Problems from my scale boy Tell a n***as telling, I got goonies on your tail boy I'm so above and beyond my n***a, Elroy Flame going through my body n***a, Hellboy I'm k**ing, I ain't trying to end up on the shelves boy I had to put the mask on, like Kells boy No shine on your slow grind, you a snail boy I've been known for stacking bread till it's stale boy I got that loud, through the baggy you can smell boy Every time you turn around, I'm lighting up an L boy Spare time, I'm either writing or I'm piping dames And she really just f**ing, cause she like the chain Yea, the muscles bar, n***as writing flames This year we taking off, Rocket sh**, Dwight and James Chubby