I’m On One Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
Ok, hell no they can't f*ck with mine, I've been on my f*cking grind
I define crack n*gga rewind back, I do this all the f*cking time
Had you n*ggas ducking, if he bucking then I bust a nine
f*ck around and break a n*gga neck, I'm on my Busta Rhymes
You should see how all these b*tches act when n*ggas bust a rhyme
That sh*t turn to hella' brain, she just let me f*ck her mind
I ain't on my Jason Terry, I told my coach f*ck the pine
All this ice around this clock, wonder why a n*gga like f*ck the time
I be in my Cali back, South Central made a n*gga
Killing till they pay a n*gga, I know they gon' hate a n*gga
f*ck with Cass he got my back, for him I will slay a n*gga
All he gotta do is ok a n*gga, I'm a come around and O.J a n*gga
Chubby f*ck this boy holmes, I just know that boy gone
I suggest it's time you quit, don't end up like Roy Jones
Lost a lot of weight but gained a lot, that got the boy strong
Thought my man was locked for murder, guess y'all had the boy wrong
Smooth and I got that bounce, surrounded by this money I forgot that account
I don't need no smoke, I would keep your ho
I don't need your dro, I just copped that ounce
Got that pipe and she got that mouth, she got that ass and I knocked that out
Car got a roof I'm a drop that out, cartier on let me rock that out
Swear a n*gga on one, and the way we party
If the cops ain't here they gon' come
Got a problem pull up with a long gun, and kill everybody I'm gone one
n*ggas down right tripping, they just fake
See we great, see we gone and they just hate
To see me on to sound like Pippen, I ain't tripping just want to make a name
High off joints, paper planes
Coka in my pocket though, I'm so close I can taste the fame
Lemonade on lemonade, so close you could taste the chain
I wish I could f*ck them all, lately I've been on my Drake and Wayne
They want me to make a change, I just want to make some change
They see how I jump on other n*ggas beats and make it bang
Sounds like a n*gga need more shine, I don't mean no groupie ho
Treat them b*tches like Eddie House, hell no you don't get no time