Clique

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
Yea I be smoking, I'd be smoking
Yup, I'm climbing, I'd be joking
I'd be stroking all these hoes, they not rich but I be hoping
Yup, I'm faded, I'd be chocking, pockets up like they'd be coking
Fall through, wrist is shining all blue, like I'd be locing
I'd be styling on my dolo, I'm wilding, nigga yolo
I'd be riding, I'd be riding, like the little man on my polo
I'm the baddest, plus I'm tatted, like an Ese on my cholo
I need instafans off of instagram me on my photo
Chubby, I know all you niggas know, I ain't got no (?) though
Funny where I'm from, I'm still respected like that nigga though
All my niggas with me here, grinding just to get me here
Slanging with a deal, I got that Ganja and that Whitney here
Winning on my own court, scared nobody stick me here
Taking niggas spots, cause I X factors, Britney Spears
You better learn a nigga, fuck around and burn a nigga
One side first, then we turn a nigga
The pipe is with me, the knife is with me, It's kids (?) your wife whipping
Any thing should happen, I get it cracking like Rice Krispies
You with the funny business, you think it's a comic world
I came here to blow up though, this is my atomic world
Killer Cal, killer Kush, they call this the Chronic world
You pussies don't have a clue, shit you like a Amish girl
You niggas finish, funny look what my spit invented
Just know if I bought it, my niggas in it, your shit is rented
Niggas got you scared to show your face and so your shit is tinted
Fly, so they still be hopping in it, if my shit is dented
Hard, and ain't no cover up, Nine-milly tuck her up
No bullets, box it out, bus driver uppercut
Kill the pussy, fuck her like I'm really trying to fuck her up
She just want some bread for head, and I just tell her pucker up
Chubby, man I swear I need it now, cause all this waiting scary
To be surrounded by this green, I feel like Jason Terry
I carry little cash, cause you know how them girls be
Trying to shine, but we both know ain't no diamonds in Pearls cheek
Turn up off the flower, yea that sour, but my girl sweet
And my team brawl, feel like Ben Wallace on World Peace
I want the fucking cream bad, that I could fucking scream
Can't a fucking thing stop a nigga, this my fucking dream
I know that my kids is gon' be bright, it's in my fucking genes
Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, you know the fucking team