I'm On One Freestyle

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Ok, hell no they can't fuck with mine, I've been on my fucking grind I define crack nigga rewind back, I do this all the fucking time Had you niggas ducking, if he bucking then I bust a nine Fuck around and break a nigga neck, I'm on my Busta Rhymes You should see how all these bitches act when niggas bust a rhyme That shit turn to hella' brain, she just let me fuck her mind I ain't on my Jason Terry, I told my coach fuck the pine All this ice around this clock, wonder why a nigga like fuck the time I be in my Cali back, South Central made a nigga Killing till they pay a nigga, I know they gon' hate a nigga Fuck with Cass he got my back, for him I will slay a nigga All he gotta do is ok a nigga, I'm a come around and O.J a nigga Chubby fuck this boy holmes, I just know that boy gone I suggest it's time you quit, don't end up like Roy Jones Lost a lot of weight but gained a lot, that got the boy strong Thought my man was locked for murder, guess y'all had the boy wrong Smooth and I got that bounce, surrounded by this money I forgot that account I don't need no smoke, I would keep your ho I don't need your dro, I just copped that ounce Got that pipe and she got that mouth, she got that ass and I knocked that out Car got a roof I'm a drop that out, cartier on let me rock that out Swear a nigga on one, and the way we party If the cops ain't here they gon' come Got a problem pull up with a long gun, and kill everybody I'm gone one Niggas down right tripping, they just fake See we great, see we gone and they just hate To see me on to sound like Pippen, I ain't tripping just want to make a name High off joints, paper planes Coka in my pocket though, I'm so close I can taste the fame Lemonade on lemonade, so close you could taste the chain I wish I could fuck them all, lately I've been on my Drake and Wayne They want me to make a change, I just want to make some change They see how I jump on other niggas beats and make it bang Sounds like a nigga need more shine, I don't mean no groupie ho Treat them bitches like Eddie House, hell no you don't get no time (New crib, New money, new chain In the booth you can see the poop stains Batman paint on a brand new whip, got a nigga feeling like Bruce Wayne) x2 Gone