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