Like I Do Remix

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
Im big now, had a little name
Flat top, my little chain
We all in, I'm balling now
And I kicked it off, with a little game
Spit bars got a little fame, they washed up like Lil Zane
I don't trip, long as my bitches love me, Lil Wayne
Clown boy, your shit joke
Trip on me, you get smoked
My tight reel, got tight skills
I write ill, sick notes
My strip pay me, your strip broke
Montana, I flip coke, this a O zone
I caked up from that old holmes, like Chris Stokes
Chubby yup, get dough
Flip dro, sold kane
Now a days I rap holmes
It's flat top, gold chain
Money round we with it holmes, couple men we get it holmes
Funny they don't do it like I do, yup I did it holmes

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Yup we working, yup we working
I got my weight up, got my weight up
I done told the streets we coming
Hope they wait up, hope they wait up
Holmes, it's fuck the other side
I know they hate us, know they hate us
Get that blow up holmes, hustle cause that made us
They don't do it like I do, do it do it (x3)
I'm bout my muscle, bout my hustle
I get working, we go through it
Niggas climbing to the top, and if we haven't we gone do it
They don't do it like I do

[Verse 2: Chubby Jag]
Yea we stunting, that's for certain holmes
Got the haters lurking holmes
Hating on the kid, is just gon' end up with you hurting holmes
We taking shots, we Dirking holmes
Hustle man, we working holmes
Talk sex on the phone, throw it back in person holmes
Swear we bout to blow, you would think I had a turban on
Can't see but for me, feel like I'm the only person on
Bout to get my smash on, I treat her like Perkins holmes
Who you know to do it like I do, I got a searching holmes
Run shit like a bomb threat, I'm Bombay
You take my girl, I take his
Ain't shit to me, I'm Kanye
Please don't pick no weak shit, at least that what my moms say
That's why I got this thing up on her knees, she think she Wanya

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[Verse 3: Chubby Jag]
My strip flame, my get chain
Bout my dough, ain't shit change
I smoke dro and I flip kane, Van Damme with my kick game
No snitch, I don't talk
I don't even know my chick name, all I know she bad as shit
Give great head, and got a thick frame
Stupid straight, stupid weight
Stupid cake, dummy paid
Go and laugh at my rap shit, cause every verse is money paid
OG kush we blow it down, they see that it's going down
Not that cold in Cali, but this shit look like it's snowing now
Chubby yup, I'm pissed off
Ain't no way your strip ball, hundred stacking this tall
Rock on me, like Chris Paul
Big dick, big draws
Nutcase, big balls
I'm hoping this bitch leave, and you hoping that bitch call

[Hook]