Chubby Jag - Burn Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Chubby, yea we k**ing n***as got to listen I'm whipping the drop edition, you tripping I pop the Smith in Not a pot to piss in, had to cop the rock for pitch in I wouldn't stop until the block gave me the top position Oh I forgot to mention you n***as should stop the dissing I mean y'all, my team brawl but we not the Pistons Naw, sometimes I'm feeling like the comp is missing I'm with this b**h I'm trying to beat, I call it competition Chubby, you get me I don't trust no person The mask on, the four-four squirting Only do business with my gun, I'm the boss n***as co-working Shotty have them looking for your body, n***a soul searching Close curtains, adios n***a no deal I'm hood with the sh** plus I'm good with the clips Mo Will I'm so ill, I work blocks then I smash out Ball till you fall, pa** rocks till you pa** out Chubby, you got a problem then the mag blast Bagdad, quick to air it out like a pa** gas Trash bags filled over, body parts mad fast In my jag bag spazzing, body your dad's dad You broke now, you getting robbed cause you had cash Looking at the best, got punches like I jab fast Chubby, yea I done brought the whole city cash And I be quick to sh** on a b**h in my biggie bag I got the four-five on me, I keep the fitty stash Plus this shotty boy, this Bugatti boy, and this Diddy bag It's cat macking, my gat clapping, my stacks stacking On this hip hop like I'm back packing, I'm back rapping I stay around rock, only n***a down I n***a been this hot since Doo Doo Brown dropped Crown I, n***a got a problem let the pound pop Bag back on my Affleck you get your town shot that's that My packs fat, trying to stick me then the uzi bang I got a eye for you pussies, they call me pootie tang Higher than Above the Rim, nothing like the movie name n***as they be acting like pimps, they on they movie game Me, I'd stick it to a hoochie if the coochie flame I ain't with the goofy games, I know why the groupies came But my b**h got a p**y n***as can never find Never change, hella' brain, call that b**h Megamind n***as better duck, muddaf** around and bust nine He be up in blood all red like, "what's up slime?" Choke the n***a till he turn blue like he cripping out k** them and we celebrating on them like you missing out You in the boy way, you gon' see the boy spray Hit em with the cheap shot, Chubby Jag Floyd May