Tubby

Intro:
Aye, Uh, Aye, Uh, Aye, Uh, Aye
Yeah, Yeah

Verse 1:
My wrists are whippin’
Get your ass back in the kitchen
These shits is trippin’
Pour a four, and now he’s sippin’
It’s lean he sippin’
It’s gold he drippin’
It’s ice, you trippin
It’s facts, he whippin
Don’t act like you know me
Don’t act like you owe me
Cuz that shit is phony
Pull up with a fourty
Quit fuckin’ with me
Cuz that shit ain’t right
Pull up with a scene
And that shit’s on sight
Made money, that’s facts
Pull up with the stacks
The ice that he drippin’
Pull up and count racks
Hit a lick and I’m bouncin’
Pull up with the ounces
Pull up and I’m countin’
I might need an accountant

Hook:
No love for the city, no love fro the bros
YBN Tubbs, stop rapping’ fo sho
Please bro, I hate what I hear
But people still love you for hurting their ears
But, aside from that (aye)
Can’t figure out what rhymes with that
Upcoming rapper and you know this, facts
YBN Tubbs is far from that

Verse 2:
STOP, rappin’ like that
Please bro, you’re cappin, that’s facts
Sorry, but your music is ass
And the only good thing is your beats and that’s facts
Dis if you have to, I know that you should
YBN Tubbs is gone for good
Come at me, claim your hood
But gotta admit, that I’m pretty good

Hook:
No love for the city, no love fro the bros
YBN Tubbs, stop rapping’ fo sho
Please bro, I hate what I hear
But people still love you for hurting their ears
But, aside from that (yeah)
Can’t figure out what rhymes with that
Upcoming rapper and you know this, facts
YBN Tubbs is far from that