[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]

Yea I be smoking, I'd be smoking

Yup, I'm climbing, I'd be joking

I'd be stroking all these hoes, they not rich but I be hoping

Yup, I'm faded, I'd be chocking, pockets up like they'd be coking

Fall through, wrist is shining all blue, like I'd be locing

I'd be styling on my dolo, I'm wilding, nigga yolo

I'd be riding, I'd be riding, like the little man on my polo

I'm the baddest, plus I'm tatted, like an Ese on my cholo

I need instafans off of instagram me on my photo

Chubby, I know all you niggas know, I ain't got no (?) though

Funny where I'm from, I'm still respected like that nigga though

All my niggas with me here, grinding just to get me here

Slanging with a deal, I got that Ganja and that Whitney here

Winning on my own court, scared nobody stick me here

Taking niggas spots, cause I X factors, Britney Spears

You better learn a nigga, fuck around and burn a nigga

One side first, then we turn a nigga

The pipe is with me, the knife is with me, It's kids (?) your wife whipping

Any thing should happen, I get it cracking like Rice Krispies

You with the funny business, you think it's a comic world

I came here to blow up though, this is my atomic world

Killer Cal, killer Kush, they call this the Chronic world

You pussies don't have a clue, shit you like a Amish girl

You niggas finish, funny look what my spit invented

Just know if I bought it, my niggas in it, your shit is rented

Niggas got you scared to show your face and so your shit is tinted

Fly, so they still be hopping in it, if my shit is dented

Hard, and ain't no cover up, Nine-milly tuck her up

No bullets, box it out, bus driver uppercut

Kill the pussy, fuck her like I'm really trying to fuck her up

She just want some bread for head, and I just tell her pucker up

Chubby, man I swear I need it now, cause all this waiting scary

To be surrounded by this green, I feel like Jason Terry

I carry little cash, cause you know how them girls be

Trying to shine, but we both know ain't no diamonds in Pearls cheek

Turn up off the flower, yea that sour, but my girl sweet

And my team brawl, feel like Ben Wallace on World Peace

I want the fucking cream bad, that I could fucking scream

Can't a fucking thing stop a nigga, this my fucking dream

I know that my kids is gon' be bright, it's in my fucking genes

Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, you know the fucking team