Hard in the Paint

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