[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
You got it all wrong meet the right man holmes
One man back f*ck a hype man holmes
Patron and (?) on my nightstand holmes
Weed up in my left and my right hand holmes
You hatin' on Jag they gon' rush that n*gga
You know he gon' tell if they cuff that n*gga
Where I come from you can bust that n*gga
Run up on the scene like f*ck that n*gga
I don't trust that n*gga thinking he could beat me
That's like seeing 50 bringing Buck back n*gga
And giving me points, touchback n*gga
Disrespect Chubby they gon' snuff that n*gga
You know I'm sharper than a cobra mouth
Tell them magazines bring the posters out
Soon as a n*gga bring the Nova out
You would think a n*gga brought Hova out
See me work, catch me flipping
But one thing you won't do is catch me slipping
You can catch me chipping, working in the kitchen
Like I got bad kids, you can catch me whipping
Catch me dripping, Yea n*gga shot wet
Send the boy missing like a n*gga got text
You better ball now cause a n*gga got next
Tell me you the best lil' n*gga not yet
Get your crew slayed n*gga, better move gay n*gga
Or stand and get hit by the Uz-a n*gga
And the show goes on, Lupe n*gga
Cause we could give a f*ck bout what you say n*gga
Go and diss me I'm killing somebody
Lay my hands on em like I'm healing somebody
Time for a G to keep it real with somebody
Hard, And that don't mean a n*gga feeling somebody
I swear I went ham on the MC hammer, rapper with a gun
Call me MC blamer, fill a n*gga in
The boy got an eagle that'd grill a n*gga skin call me MC tanner, Chubby
You don't know nothing no holmes, cool but don't push a n*gga button no holmes
I'll shut you down like a bug in your phone, take your b*tch
f*ck in your home, They saying Chubby Jag bars up this year
Verse (?), f*cked around and made a couple bucks this year
Sounding like the future n*gga f*ck this year
And you ain't never gotta show me love n*gga
Long as I got Larsiny and P Dub n*gga
Plus you can't out hustle me f*ck n*gga
Get it all off time to re-up n*gga
Yea that, n*ggas with them scared raps
Dead that, the best and yea I said that
Nobody can compare that, I got a little homie
Pop shells for a n*gga, Whenever I'm on it got sells for a n*gga
Express like the boy got mail for a n*gga
Probably f*ck around and go to Hell for a n*gga
Chubby, I did this sh*t with no stress n*gga
I know haters hoping I ain't blow yet n*gga
Think you better, (?)(?) back n*gga
Be happy I ain't sleeped with your ho yet n*gga
You shining but I ain't seen the glow yet n*gga
Ricky, but do it like an old vet n*gga
Bars, I'll rip your whole set n*gga
The best of the year if you ain't know yet n*gga
Jag