Like I Do Remix

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Im big now, had a little name Flat top, my little chain We all in, I'm balling now And I kicked it off, with a little game Spit bars got a little fame, they washed up like Lil Zane I don't trip, long as my bitches love me, Lil Wayne Clown boy, your shit joke Trip on me, you get smoked My tight reel, got tight skills I write ill, sick notes My strip pay me, your strip broke Montana, I flip coke, this a O zone I caked up from that old holmes, like Chris Stokes Chubby yup, get dough Flip dro, sold kane Now a days I rap holmes It's flat top, gold chain Money round we with it holmes, couple men we get it holmes Funny they don't do it like I do, yup I did it holmes [Hook] Yup we working, yup we working I got my weight up, got my weight up I done told the streets we coming Hope they wait up, hope they wait up Holmes, it's fuck the other side I know they hate us, know they hate us Get that blow up holmes, hustle cause that made us They don't do it like I do, do it do it (x3) I'm bout my muscle, bout my hustle I get working, we go through it Niggas climbing to the top, and if we haven't we gone do it They don't do it like I do [Verse 2: Chubby Jag] Yea we stunting, that's for certain holmes Got the haters lurking holmes Hating on the kid, is just gon' end up with you hurting holmes We taking shots, we Dirking holmes Hustle man, we working holmes Talk sex on the phone, throw it back in person holmes Swear we bout to blow, you would think I had a turban on Can't see but for me, feel like I'm the only person on Bout to get my smash on, I treat her like Perkins holmes Who you know to do it like I do, I got a searching holmes Run shit like a bomb threat, I'm Bombay You take my girl, I take his Ain't shit to me, I'm Kanye Please don't pick no weak shit, at least that what my moms say That's why I got this thing up on her knees, she think she Wanya [Hook] [Verse 3: Chubby Jag] My strip flame, my get chain Bout my dough, ain't shit change I smoke dro and I flip kane, Van Damme with my kick game No snitch, I don't talk I don't even know my chick name, all I know she bad as shit Give great head, and got a thick frame Stupid straight, stupid weight Stupid cake, dummy paid Go and laugh at my rap shit, cause every verse is money paid OG kush we blow it down, they see that it's going down Not that cold in Cali, but this shit look like it's snowing now Chubby yup, I'm pissed off Ain't no way your strip ball, hundred stacking this tall Rock on me, like Chris Paul Big dick, big draws Nutcase, big balls I'm hoping this bitch leave, and you hoping that bitch call [Hook]