Hard in the Paint lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
You cats is useless we shooting n*gga my pack is ruthless
We got it cracking our dollar stacking stop acting stupid
How they gon' stop a n*gga now I'm the hottest n*gga round
I'll knock a n*gga down from the top on his block
With the chopper spitting rounds
If he's popping in his town I'll chop a n*gga 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*ggas finna' know now
This year is my year boys finna' go down, I'm realer
n*ggas say I'm sick, I'm iller, murder any track I'm killer
All you n*ggas whack, I'm a bring this sh*t back I'm triller
I ain't gotta act I'm Zilla
I'm so hood with my muthaf*cking hood ass
Chubby I ain't had to pay to get a hood pass
I'll show up to a muthaf*cking hood fab
You ain't even gotta come I'm good Cass
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*t locked in no time
I'm the best I didn't even need a co-sign
A n*gga Cass 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*gga you are not I n*gga
I'm a top 5 n*gga no Jada no Styles
Don't get me (?) inches know them n*ggas is with me sniping
Flow sounding like that sh*t Whitney pippin', I'm crack holmes
Don't get me writing for hating on me or get me slicing
n*ggas 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*cking tank no limit
Can't lose like seeing Popeye no spinach
Uh, I rap hard on a n*gga
Beat him down like we in a yard on a n*gga
Right, left, see me put stars on a n*gga
Homie I'm back Yea, Brett Favre on a n*gga
Chubby got it all homie I don't need a thing
f*ck with real G's homie I don't even bang
n*ggas 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*gga
Well known from L.A to Uptown n*gga
You had a little run that's enough now n*gga
You don't know me don't even f*ck around n*gga
I'm killer, 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*ggas get that dough
Got em saying "how that boy flip that flow?"
Flex on a n*gga, muscle, I'll put a X on a n*gga like tic tac toe
Jag, Everybody know that sound
Swear these new n*ggas spitting so whack now
Don't trip homie I'm a hold that down
You tripping on a n*gga you can hold that round
Get his face shot make him hold that frown
n*gga need work let him hold that pound
Dutch full of haze I'm a blow that down
One shot will tear a n*gga Cognac down
You talk about the best I'm for show that now
Moving to fast better slow that down
Next best thing n*ggas know that now
Swear this Cali n*gga finna' hold that crown
Jag!