Chubby Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, Trav

They like, damn, who that is

Mister don't talk too much

Went and bossed it up

Now they wanna come shop with us

Wanna come block with us

When I was broke, they ain't give me nothing

Pockets and stomach was skinny

They ain't wanna see me chubby

Now I got these hoes in a bag

I feel like McLovin

Remember not having no swag

In the backyard

Me and my brother playing rugby

Why niggas ain't having no cash

They wanna a beef

We gon' catch them out club

My stomach was touching my back

I had to eat

I turned nothing to something

And you better ask me about nothing

Cause you know I don't do no talking

Especially behind no pillows

I'm in a line with killers

These niggas ain't having rhythm

Come around and fuck up my momentum

I want the most, I ain't taking the minimum

You know, Lil Travie, I'm not like the typical

Me and these niggas will never be similar

I be the definition of residual

Said he got the ups on me

I'ma step down on that nigga

You know that we killing him

Only no nigga around

If he gon' be all in his feelings

And acting like bitches do

They know Lil Trav

Been a man ten toes down

Since I was in middle school

They like, damn, who that is

Mister don't talk too much

Went and bossed it up

Now they want to come shop with us

Want to come block with us

When I was broke, they ain't give me nothing

Pockets and stomach was skinning

They won't see me chubby

They like Trav, he ain't dropped in a minute

Fuck it, they done got me started

I ain't even must finna play with these niggas

They know I'm the life of the party

Why niggas been out here getting geeked

I ain't get no sleep

I been recording

But I do this shit in my sleep

Get on the beat

Then tell Gator record

And I'm keeping it G

Them niggas ain't keeping it P

So tell them niggas stop recording

Get on the beat

Acting like bitches

Back and forth

Doing that arguing

Bars for days I be speaking poison

My homie said he got so many bricks

He could build a apartments

I'm that same young nigga that fell off

And told y'all I'll get it back tomorrow

Get a little money

Everybody in your business

Guess they ain't think you make it far

Still hanging with the same niggas

Hanging on the block

Trying to get it off

Still hanging with them same niggas

Still hanging around the same niggas

On the block

Niggas trying to get it off

They like damn, who that is

Mister don't talk too much

Went and bossed it up

Now they want to come shop with us

Want to come block with us

When I was broke, they ain't give me nothing

Pockets and stomach was skinny

They ain't wanna see me chubby