Hard in the Paint

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] You cats is useless we shooting nigga my pack is ruthless We got it cracking our dollar stacking stop acting stupid How they gon' stop a nigga now I'm the hottest nigga round I'll knock a nigga down from the top on his block With the chopper spitting rounds If he's popping in his town I'll chop a nigga down like, pause Yea, Chubby finna' blow now Buzz move fast I ain't finna' slow down You ain't know I had bars niggas finna' know now This year is my year boys finna' go down, I'm realer Niggas say I'm sick, I'm iller, murder any track I'm killer All you niggas whack, I'm a bring this shit back I'm triller I ain't gotta act I'm Zilla I'm so hood with my muthafucking hood ass Chubby I ain't had to pay to get a hood pass I'll show up to a muthafucking hood fab You ain't even gotta come I'm good Cass I'm flashy though you know how my cash be yo Hard top, clean green whip, look like pistachio I'll be in my drop, getting high, getting guap, getting top from a nasty ho I swear Chubby got a nasty flow bout bout that time no Casio And you look a lil ashy yo no shine I'm a have this shit locked in no time I'm the best I didn't even need a co-sign A nigga Cass came up on a gold mine Huh, I make a hater go wild Sound like this I can't hate on your style You are not fly nigga you are not I nigga I'm a top 5 nigga no Jada no Styles Don't get me (?) inches know them niggas is with me sniping Flow sounding like that shit Whitney pippin', I'm crack holmes Don't get me writing for hating on me or get me slicing Niggas talking crazy like 50 Tyson I'm back holmes I'd be everywhere no gimmick Got em' smelling kush everywhere no clinic Pull up in a mothafucking tank no limit Can't lose like seeing Popeye no spinach Uh, I rap hard on a nigga Beat him down like we in a yard on a nigga Right, left, see me put stars on a nigga Homie I'm back Yea, Brett Favre on a nigga Chubby got it all homie I don't need a thing Fuck with real G's homie I don't even bang Niggas getting money homie I don't need the change Raps so good I don't even need a name Get the click clack pow Duck down nigga Well known from L.A to Uptown nigga You had a little run that's enough now nigga You don't know me don't even fuck around nigga I'm killer, now you know thats hard Pull up in a all blue throwback car Gone off the goose when I get up in the booth I'm a bench press on em let em hold that bar Chubby, All my niggas get that dough Got em saying "how that boy flip that flow?" Flex on a nigga, muscle, I'll put a X on a nigga like tic tac toe Jag, Everybody know that sound Swear these new niggas spitting so whack now Don't trip homie I'm a hold that down You tripping on a nigga you can hold that round Get his face shot make him hold that frown Nigga need work let him hold that pound Dutch full of haze I'm a blow that down One shot will tear a nigga Cognac down You talk about the best I'm for show that now Moving to fast better slow that down Next best thing niggas know that now Swear this Cali nigga finna' hold that crown Jag!