Grindin Freestyle

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Yea I'm the realest out get real, I carry big steel Get out of line you could get killed, I pull them triggers six speal Fuck around get your strip pealed, bullets flying everybody dying nigga big deal Oh yeah I'm super paid, hot king Cooper made In my own column, got a problem we can shoot the fade Or just shoot it out the AR on me, I'm in Philly big smoking with AR homie Chubby, yea I'm overpaid but I'm underrated Funny how I got Brooklyn niggas saying son the greatest Niggas hate cause I'm the one, the matrix And I'm cocky, you would cry if you just knew what niggas done to make it They call me Black Mamba, you know we just scored Bitches tat my name on their body, graffiti whores I bet they hate, when I told them they finna' see me more But I ain't on that fake rapping shit, this ain't CB4 You can't overlook a nigga, talk over the words That's how a nigga gets slumped and he over the curb It ain't my fault a nigga shit sounding over superb Mike Tyson child life, had to look over the birds Usually key p, brutally beat beats Music put me into deep sleep, this how a [beast?] sleep Back again like a 3 peat, so they repeat me Got them in check, nigga certified no retweets Chubby lets be clear, I got them popping buz But if them niggas talking guns, then I'm popping slugs We be popping them bad hoes in a popping club I taught them how to move the rock, like Stockton does Really we working holmes, that's the only option out You got a problem, fuck a drive by we hopping out There ain't no copping out, a nigga spit steel hard Real bars, lil nigga balling like a kill card Chubby