’Bout to Blow

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
I was the fat lil young'n in the same old fit
Just a flat top, the same old kicks
Man I swear I tried to hustle, havin' dreams about the same old brick
But every year it's just the same old shit, no lie
I go by Jag, I had it bad yo
Mama paid the mom and dad role as far as dad's go
Family that had never owned a house or even passed go
Guess I'm in my feelings, it's been hard to let the past go, oh yeah
But shit done changed, now I'm playin' boss
Grind before you shine, yeah, that's the motto, guess it's payin' off
It's time to rise, fuck a 9-5, we stayin' off
Me, my homies grew up in the hood, now we stay in lofts
The kids like, "Chubby Jag, you been killin', got the best bars"
I know, I came up, I'm like a net Jag car
Facts, the hustle man is 'bout his commas, we with it
That's why I been dreamin' 'bout the day to tell my mama we did it

[Hook: Chubby Jag]
Say I'm 'bout to do it, you soundin' like the shit right now
Oh yeah, I'm 'bout to blow
Oh, ain't got a Grammy, just family in the head right now
Oh yeah, I'm 'bout to blow
I'm just pleasure takin' every single thing I can get right now
Oh yeah, I'm 'bout to blow
So my mama, kick your feet up, you can see that nigga live right now
Oh yeah, I'm 'bout to blow
Oh, I'm 'bout to make it, no fakin'
I'm 'bout to blow
Yeah, I heard the crown for the takin'
I'm 'bout to blow
Oh yeah, gotta put food in them tummies
I'm 'bout to blow
Yeah, if you ain't know I'm 'bout money
You 'bout to know
Oh yeah, I'm 'bout to blow

[Verse 2: League]
Hey girl, get some pics of the show
My baby gettin' impatient, she waitin' for me to blow
But these niggas be steady hatin' when Chubby be tryna grow
Plug up at 24, we can work it out on the low
You know League be droppin' them jets, we be excercisin' the flow
Flexin' like you ain't know, I might bring that work to your door
Had to spend my life in the woods, you should save it 'fore we can pour
Niggas be lossin', jealous but Inglewood trained to go
I got these women ready to, but no lie
We just focused on the game ay, and moolah
I love the green, you know I'm too high, dropped out of school I
They yankin' like they never knew I would make it through, ain't never knew I

[Hook: Chubby Jag]
Say I'm 'bout to do it, you soundin' like the shit right now
Oh yeah, I'm 'bout to blow
Oh, ain't got a Grammy, just family in the head right now
Oh yeah, I'm 'bout to blow
I'm just pleasure takin' every single thing I can get right now
Oh yeah, I'm 'bout to blow
So my mama, kick your feet up, you can see that nigga live right now
Oh yeah, I'm 'bout to blow
Oh, I'm 'bout to make it, no fakin'
I'm 'bout to blow
Yeah, I heard the crown for the takin'
I'm 'bout to blow
Oh yeah, gotta put food in them tummies
I'm 'bout to blow
Yeah, if you ain't know I'm 'bout money
You 'bout to know
Oh yeah, I'm 'bout to blow