[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
Ok, hell no they can't f** with mine, I've been on my f**ing grind
I define crack n***a rewind back, I do this all the f**ing time
Had you n***as ducking, if he bucking then I bust a nine
f** around and break a n***a neck, I'm on my Busta Rhymes
You should see how all these b**hes act when n***as bust a rhyme
That sh** turn to hella' brain, she just let me f** her mind
I ain't on my Jason Terry, I told my coach f** the pine
All this ice around this clock, wonder why a n***a like f** the time
I be in my Cali back, South Central made a n***a
k**ing till they pay a n***a, I know they gon' hate a n***a
f** with Ca** he got my back, for him I will slay a n***a
All he gotta do is ok a n***a, I'm a come around and O.J a n***a
Chubby f** this boy holmes, I just know that boy gone
I suggest it's time you quit, don't end up like Roy Jones
Lost a lot of weight but gained a lot, that got the boy strong
Thought my man was locked for murder, guess y'all had the boy wrong
Smooth and I got that bounce, surrounded by this money I forgot that account
I don't need no smoke, I would keep your ho
I don't need your dro, I just copped that ounce
Got that pipe and she got that mouth, she got that a** and I knocked that out
Car got a roof I'm a drop that out, cartier on let me rock that out
Swear a n***a on one, and the way we party
If the cops ain't here they gon' come
Got a problem pull up with a long gun, and k** everybody I'm gone one
n***as down right tripping, they just fake
See we great, see we gone and they just hate
To see me on to sound like Pippen, I ain't tripping just want to make a name
High off joints, paper planes
Coka in my pocket though, I'm so close I can taste the fame
Lemonade on lemonade, so close you could taste the chain
I wish I could f** them all, lately I've been on my Drake and Wayne
They want me to make a change, I just want to make some change
They see how I jump on other n***as beats and make it bang
Sounds like a n***a need more shine, I don't mean no groupie ho
Treat them b**hes like Eddie House, hell no you don't get no time
(New crib, New money, new chain
In the booth you can see the poop stains
Batman paint on a brand new whip, got a n***a feeling like Bruce Wayne) x2
Gone