Chubby Jag - Hard in the Paint lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] You cats is useless we shooting n***a my pack is ruthless We got it cracking our dollar stacking stop acting stupid How they gon' stop a n***a now I'm the hottest n***a round I'll knock a n***a down from the top on his block With the chopper spitting rounds If he's popping in his town I'll chop a n***a down like, pause Yea, Chubby finna' blow now Buzz move fast I ain't finna' slow down You ain't know I had bars n***as finna' know now This year is my year boys finna' go down, I'm realer n***as say I'm sick, I'm iller, murder any track I'm k**er All you n***as whack, I'm a bring this sh** back I'm triller I ain't gotta act I'm Zilla I'm so hood with my muthaf**ing hood a** Chubby I ain't had to pay to get a hood pa** I'll show up to a muthaf**ing hood fab You ain't even gotta come I'm good Ca** I'm flashy though you know how my cash be yo Hard top, clean green whip, look like pistachio I'll be in my drop, getting high, getting guap, getting top from a nasty ho I swear Chubby got a nasty flow bout bout that time no Casio And you look a lil ashy yo no shine I'm a have this sh** locked in no time I'm the best I didn't even need a co-sign A n***a Ca** came up on a gold mine Huh, I make a hater go wild Sound like this I can't hate on your style You are not fly n***a you are not I n***a I'm a top 5 n***a no Jada no Styles Don't get me (?) inches know them n***as is with me sniping Flow sounding like that sh** Whitney pippin', I'm crack holmes Don't get me writing for hating on me or get me slicing n***as talking crazy like 50 Tyson I'm back holmes I'd be everywhere no gimmick Got em' smelling kush everywhere no clinic Pull up in a mothaf**ing tank no limit Can't lose like seeing Popeye no spinach Uh, I rap hard on a n***a Beat him down like we in a yard on a n***a Right, left, see me put stars on a n***a Homie I'm back Yea, Brett Favre on a n***a Chubby got it all homie I don't need a thing f** with real G's homie I don't even bang n***as getting money homie I don't need the change Raps so good I don't even need a name Get the click clack pow Duck down n***a Well known from L.A to Uptown n***a You had a little run that's enough now n***a You don't know me don't even f** around n***a I'm k**er, now you know thats hard Pull up in a all blue throwback car Gone off the goose when I get up in the booth I'm a bench press on em let em hold that bar Chubby, All my n***as get that dough Got em saying "how that boy flip that flow?" Flex on a n***a, muscle, I'll put a X on a n***a like tic tac toe Jag, Everybody know that sound Swear these new n***as spitting so whack now Don't trip homie I'm a hold that down You tripping on a n***a you can hold that round Get his face shot make him hold that frown n***a need work let him hold that pound Dutch full of haze I'm a blow that down One shot will tear a n***a Cognac down You talk about the best I'm for show that now Moving to fast better slow that down Next best thing n***as know that now Swear this Cali n***a finna' hold that crown Jag!