[Intro]

Glide like Clyde, ballin like the lakers, 2Pac back

The shit done got real disrespectful my nigga

Time to get checked homes Chubby larsiny Fam Peta

[Verse]

You say I'm trash better hold up Meek

You ain't know that I got shit sewed up Meek

My mask on I hold the heat then blast home you get rolled up Meek

Come to my hood you a fold up Meek

Fuck around make a nigga blow up Meek

Put a hole in your body finna throw up Meek

Got the whole hood saying they tore up Meek

The big homie said put the dough up Meek

Fake ass buss better slow up Meek

Young ass rap better grow up Meek

The cash ain't there I'mma show up Meek

I don’t give a fuck about your bread homes

We live for this you dead home

Just got off that worldstar them gds on your head homes

I heard what you said homes

Tell the truth that shit wack

Instagram is a motherfucker

Your baby moms that bitch fat

I'm saying that bitch Chubby, you say that bitch stack

If you saying that bitch bad she bald head and that bitch black

Kick back cuz one day you gon see me one day

That shit gon go one way g-unit on gunplay

All my niggas straight greezy balling out like I ate wheaties

I can't give your state props cuz they put on this fake Peedi

All I know is family first make cash and my state need me

Pay a cheep fee to Young Kiki and that’s real talk you get scraped easy

Shit sound like you lost nigga

Get robbed if you floss nigga

You work, but you ain't no boss nigga

Yeah its fuck you and your boss nigga

Red dot get off nigga

Head shot get tossed nigga

When I shoot I'm on home

Any day I've been off nigga

Shit sound like you soft nigga

Jack and Penny we working home

Bitch ass in my hood get banged on like Perkins homes

Your favorite bitch I beat it Meek

Didn’t even have to eat it Meek

Her eyes closed her mouth open I fucked around and just skeeted Meek

3 millions downloads and 250 on sales

Now I ain't saying im a brainiac but that shit sounds like you cheated Meek

Look round, hood niggas, bad bitches, kush round

Stand up get pushed down and that fake chain will get took now

Your whole squad will get shook down

That mad cash I bust down

Leg bust hope they give you that heads up

Duck down, clap quick bust rounds

Get merked when you touch town

Big spin fly them birds like pig skin touchdown

Yup I got some goonies that’s bout to get out of pocket

On you James harden swag that cali boy that turn a rocket on ya

Yeah I put money on your head make a deposit on ya

Pause Frank Ocean how niggas come out the closet on ya

They fucked around and put a man against a baby nigga

Been up in your crib the shit was trash you fucking crazy nigga

Yeah you must hate me nigga stupid flow dummy time

Put another 10 up on Snupe and that money mine

He gon go to rest nigga kill nothing less nigga

You a fucking club rapper a Tyga at best nigga

See this shit on twitter homes you handle shit the gay way

I know why niggas acting bitch you look just like Shenaenae

Or better yet RG3 the crackhead version

We working homes even the crack heads serving

I got that A1 the shit that got the crackheads jerking

Getting that wet off I swear I got the crack heads surfing

My niggas you trash Snupe trash, Louie trash, Omelly too

The next shit gon be trash homes, same outcome as Belly 2

The fuck you gon be rapping bout

Phantom whips and Ghosts nigga

Beat em when we see yeah I delete em like Hostess nigga

You probably thinking you the best stay focused nigga

Numbers don’t lie and in Philly you not the dopest nigga

Garbage, you trash Meek, you past tense, you last week

Your boss man is trash meat you need your fucking ass beat

I be where they clapping at come around I saved the gun

Finally got respect for Rick his fat ass done saved a bum

All my niggas with the business tell em come and peep the office

Go and get boss mans cuz bosses only speak to bosses

Chubby

[Outro]

Yeah I was with my nigga Kiki smoking on that kiki

Nigga told me that you was scared to come to Compton and get in that YG video

Bitch ass nigga but you a G though right? Fuck out of here nigga

Ha I go everywhere ask Rell I've been in your house fag ass nigga

We on your head out here nigga Larsiny

Flyest fat nigga you know

Flat top gold chains nigga fuck you and your squad

You know I am nigga you've seen me don't lie

Them numbers don't lie either you ain't the best nigga

You know what I'm saying little short tooth son

It's all good, you the weakest out of all the new niggas

We all know your bum ass yup Chubby

And by the way stop wearing that small leather jacket nigga

And stop talking bout the Lakers nigga talk about the Sixers nigga

That's my city nigga we out