Chubby Jag - Grillin' lyrics

OK we finna make a movie yup (shoot u like u tryna film) Fed up so we bout to get u wet up (like u tryna swim) We trappin yup we clappin yup (put that on my mom n them) Grillin grillin grillin (n***as think i f** with drama n them) we [X5] grillin (here me here me here me) [X5] grillin (f** wit me my n***as) [X5] grillin (here me here me here me) [X5] grillin [Chubby Jag] If a n***a got work i take a n***a pounds If u never seen him cry ill make a n***a now Don't Bring a n***a around I get a n***a clowned I get a n***a drowned I break a n***a down yup That dime on me that nine on me Robbing u out yo mind homie My crime homies is right here We j**eled up like Shawn homies Uont here me though we working homes Get low just like we jerkin We gravy wavy we surfing homes Balling out like P Kirkland homes Shooting guns like we nurfin homes Bout my business so if u gonna step to me just be certain homes Chubby try me all my n***as barkin homie skip the growl Dig me if we beefing ill b eating call me mr. chow Soon as n***as catch u ill b swinging you'll need stitches now Married to my heater can't be cheating man that b**h is wild Yea i be packing sh** try me i be clapping sh** Sour u can smell rite through the bag that's that scratch n sniff n***a k**ing sh** i do this sh** the gangsta... Im gangsta real hustling on the block i got that gangsta grill [Hook] [Ca**idy] Get put in ya place that look on ya face 'll get u smacked in it Cuz u'z a f**in clown And I don't f** around I'm abstinent I got gats and im blastin it You like a car with no gas in it Cause you will never ride so all that steerin will cause an accident You're steering still, put your face on the steering wheel when that ratched spit With the strapash** Im goneyarich cuz im on the strip with that crack a b**h Pitchin that white girl In the kitchen whippin that white girl I twist it up i hit the blunt then get so drunk i might hurl Bout to get with these dike girls one white girl one black b**h She not that thick her stomach flat but she got a a** like a fat b**h Yup i like when she s** the pipe While she gettin that cat licked I'mma busta a** on that mattress Then roll up a bag of that cat piss This rap sh** ain't hard to do i go harder than all u artist do I grill u like a barbeque then cut your face like your barber do When i call the crew u here gun shots them guns pop like your father do I shoot you like a director dog I ain't got no respect for yall