Chubby Jag - All Me lyrics

rate me

Yeah

Y’all know what it is homie

Flat top gold chain

Yuh

I ain’t never asked for shit, nuh nigga I ain’t had to

Kill a nigga beat, my pleasure, I’ll be glad to

Here for forever, look at rap like a tattoo

They holdin nigga balls, now nuts nigga catch you

I’m waiting for the stacks, fuck waitin in the back

Remember days me and good is waiting for the pack

And the loud she yelling, got her waitin in the sack

She’ll be makin money now, niggas hatin for a fact

Said I got that kill

And she know that I can walk round

Swipe all out if she blow it when you toss that then

Nowadays she a throw it

Gotta speak into the pipe, move them lips like a poet

Little nigga we ridin out, we don’t chill like

West saddles we a wild block

They all look lame, we don’t ball the same

I’m Kobe Bryant, you Gale Lott

You nigga pop off and get a loud pipe

Peep out and get yo house shot

To them coke fiends I’m a hero

So in other words I’m all about rock

Get Fuego

Better leggo off of my lego

Home all about block

I’m the one nigga, you a dumb nigga

I stunt nigga, I’m all about pops

Yea talk all hard, get your mouth shut

Cuff yo girl, get your spouse popped

Bring your girl around

If somebody taking your girl down then that’s real hoe

You talk shit, my niggas makin yo girl drown, you better chill hoe

And the sad shit you bring a bad bitch and I guarantee it’s a steal homie

And that’s real

I could take a nigga

Fuck little bitches, all about the paper nigga

That straight up, no chasin nigga

Turned a couple pounds into anchors nigga

Had mad swag in the old days

Before the flat chopper was the type of nigga

Yea mad swag, old days

Like Martin messin with the Lakers nigga

Shot to the head, shot to the head

Yea shot to the head

I don’t mean getting drunk

What I mean get the pump

I get anybody, yea I body anybody on the scene getting slum

We they we’re the whole team getting drunk

Never in the back, whole team in the front

Money making got a nigga getting punk’d

Got a new hoe, bitches on the team getting dumped

And it’s like that, yea it’s like that

Nigga took a break and got right back

Got the piece on me like peas homie

Don’t sleep on me, no nightcap

Nigga throw a punch and I fight back

It’s guaranteed I got niggas around

West side and you niggas trippin

My youngin shoot you niggas down

Realest rapper you know hoe

And shit, I’m always in niggas’ town

Came for what’s really mine

Somebody rockin this nigga crown

That’s on me, yea all me

Nigga tell yo main bitch call me

Hood spin on my hood shit, got the block lookin like Wall Street

Chubby!