Grillin' Freestyle

[Hook] OK we finna' make a movie, yup Shoot you like you tryna' film Fed up, so I'm quick to get you wet up like you tryna' swim We clapping, yup, we trapping, yup Put that on my mom and them Grillin', grillin', grillin' Niggas think I fuck with Drama and them We grillin' x4 Here me, here me, here me Grillin' x4 Fuck wit me, my niggas Grillin' x4 Here me, here me, here me Grillin' x5 [Verse 1: Chubby Jag] If a nigga got work, I take a nigga pounds If you never seen him cry, I'll make a nigga now Don't bring a nigga round, I get a nigga clowned I get a nigga drowned, I break a nigga down, yup, yup That dime on me, that nine on me Robbing, you out your mind homie My crime homies is right here, we jeweled up like Shawn homies You don't hear me though, we working holmes Get low just like we jerkin, we gravy wavy, we surfing holmes Balling out like P. Kirkland holmes Shoot them guns like we nurfin' holmes About my business, so if you gon' to step to me Just be certain holmes Chubby, try me all my niggas barking homie, skip the growl Dig me, if we beefing then I'm eating, call me mister Chow Soon as niggas catch you, I'll be swinging, you'll need stitches now Married to my heater, can't be cheating, man that bitch is wild Yea I be packing shit, try me I be clapping shit Sour you can smell it through the bag, that's that scratch n' sniff Nigga killing, yup I do this shit the gangster (where?) I'm gangster real, I'm hustling on the block I got that gangster grill [Hook] [Verse 2: Chubby Jag] Oh you mad for real, I got mad appeal I got swag for real, holmes Jag is ill Your ass should chill before I grab the steel And I blast steel, then your ass is killed Cash Money like Glasses deal, hustle man, yea I passed for real I'm on the corner, I'm on point Like a point guard how I pass the pill Chubby yup, I spit for real Fit game sick, my kicks is ill My (?) strapping, this chick I'm with saying mad rapper I told that bitch to chill So high that I can't think, your album weak and your tape stank Hate on me, I'm shooting back cause I'm war ready like face paint Chubby, Where I come from ain't no talking nigga We winning, yup, niggas catching up to Boston nigga Fresh to death, no coffin I'm balling like Kenny Lofton nigga On fire like Austin nigga, I'm stunting, I'm flossing nigga Yup, my team clean, got mad money, that mean green We balling out, holmes, cast Kobe I'm (?) (?) For sure we killing, got that crown Just know we stealing, yup we chilling If it's beef, then we gon' cook, just know we grillin' [Hook]