T-Dot - Grillin' Freestyle lyrics

[Hook] OK we finna' make a movie, yup Shoot you like you tryna' film Fed up, so I'm quick to get you wet up like you tryna' swim We clapping, yup, we trapping, yup Put that on my mom and them Grillin', grillin', grillin' n***as think I f** with Drama and them We grillin' x4 Here me, here me, here me Grillin' x4 f** wit me, my n***as Grillin' x4 Here me, here me, here me Grillin' x5 [Verse 1: Chubby Jag] If a n***a got work, I take a n***a pounds If you never seen him cry, I'll make a n***a now Don't bring a n***a round, I get a n***a clowned I get a n***a drowned, I break a n***a down, yup, yup That dime on me, that nine on me Robbing, you out your mind homie My crime homies is right here, we j**eled up like Shawn homies You don't hear me though, we working holmes Get low just like we jerkin, we gravy wavy, we surfing holmes Balling out like P. Kirkland holmes Shoot them guns like we nurfin' holmes About my business, so if you gon' to step to me Just be certain holmes Chubby, try me all my n***as barking homie, skip the growl Dig me, if we beefing then I'm eating, call me mister Chow Soon as n***as catch you, I'll be 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 you can smell it through the bag, that's that scratch n' sniff n***a k**ing, yup I do this sh** the gangster (where?) I'm gangster real, I'm hustling on the block I got that gangster grill [Hook] [Verse 2: Chubby Jag] Oh you mad for real, I got mad appeal I got swag for real, holmes Jag is ill Your a** should chill before I grab the steel And I blast steel, then your a** is k**ed Cash Money like Gla**es deal, hustle man, yea I pa**ed for real I'm on the corner, I'm on point Like a point guard how I pa** the pill Chubby yup, I spit for real Fit game sick, my kicks is ill My (?) strapping, this chick I'm with saying mad rapper I told that b**h to chill So high that I can't think, your album weak and your tape stank Hate on me, I'm shooting back cause I'm war ready like face paint Chubby, Where I come from ain't no talking n***a We winning, yup, n***as catching up to Boston n***a Fresh to d**h, no coffin I'm balling like Kenny Lofton n***a On fire like Austin n***a, I'm stunting, I'm flossing n***a Yup, my team clean, got mad money, that mean green We balling out, holmes, cast Kobe I'm (?) (?) For sure we k**ing, got that crown Just know we stealing, yup we chilling If it's beef, then we gon' cook, just know we grillin' [Hook]