Bubba Chuck Lyrics

Sitting sideways, sliding gliding in the whip

Riding high, eyes low, putting fire to the spliff

A nigga so high I feel like I'm in outer space

Riding round, bending corners trying hard not to scrape

I'm lighting up that kush in my spaceship

Cruising through the city while you looking hella basic

Face it

I'm dressed to impress while you standing in a line

I got gold on my breath, cooling in my grape fives

It's the life of a nigga from the south spitting game

To these motherfuckers constantly switching up they lanes

If you real, then you never got shit to explain

It's a cold world, especially when you been in the rain

I'm trying to get that spot with the drop top coupe in the parking lot

Garage full of hot wheels, feeling like a matchbox

Stash spot hidden in the cut, full of money, got a nigga feeling like he hit the jackpot

Bitch I'm trying to win

I gotta stack this money up

Chilling with my niggas

Pouring liquor in my double cup

Once I get that check I gotta flip it til I double up

Just know this ain't a game

I'm trying to ball like bubba chuck

Bitch I'm trying to win

I gotta stack this money up

Chilling with my niggas

Pouring liquor in my double cup

Once I get that check I gotta flip it til I double up

Just know this ain't a game

I'm trying to ball like bubba chuck

It's the dreadhead pushing on the clutch before he dip quick

Kick, switch gears looking real slick

Bitches trying to take flicks while he on a mission for the paper

This a business, is you wit it?

Be a witness

I'm riding round clean, Sade in the sound system

Twist another spliff up in the whip and ride around wit it

Smelling like a pound, you can tell that I'm around way before you see me

I ain't even gotta make a sound

If you feelin what I'm saying, then you probably just like me

Shades on, J's on, feeling like Spike Lee

It's likely that I'm the one that you could call the smoking gun

Or chosen one

Or basically the one that made you light trees

I'm hyphy, but born on the east coast

All these niggas hypebeasts, fighting over 'Preme coats

While I'm sitting back, lighting up something lethal

And If you wanna find me, you can just follow the weed smoke

Bitch I'm trying to win

I gotta stack this money up

Chilling with my niggas

Pouring liquor in my double cup

Once I get that check I gotta flip it til I double up

Just know this ain't a game

I'm tryna ball like bubba chuck

Bitch I'm trying to win

I gotta stack this money up

Chilling with my niggas

Pouring liquor in my double cup

Once I get that check I gotta flip it til I double up

Just know this ain't a game

I'm trying to ball like bubba chuck