Bubba Chuck

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