Lyrics:
boy stay fresh, I got all kinda clothes
Man I got more kicks than a soccer goal
Stay switchin up women, I got a lotta hoes
They give brain like a tutor
Young hot nigga they can tell they can tell
Yea I'm on fire yea bitch what's that smell
Straight gasoline like I'm sponsored by shell
Came from
Scoliosis, give your girl a diagnosis
Bars so hard put you in a hypnosis
Skinny boys but our pockets are fat
Big Baller B and ya boy beetlebat
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
stay
I’ve been chilling here all day
Might just call her up like bae
Y’all some young boys like to swang
Drop this track like late May
See me in
(Feels good)
Listen you can call me what you want
Black and ugly but you can't convince me the
Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You
phone
And I'm eeling from the battle like a soldier home
But I ain't have to hold the chrome, I'm dealing with these overtones
Uh, rom Fox News, they got
flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need
the stage and like a thousand bitches fainted (nigga, you ain't shit)
Damn, that boy, he back at it again
Droppin' bars when I pick up the pen, so let's
You are listening to another Allday Chubby Boy mixtape
Hosted by none other than me, Allday Chubby Boy
I ain't been to Tokyo, I never been
doin' it bigger
And thanks for sittin' down to kick it with your boy Big Tigger
Bus, you had an amazing career (facts)
But if this track snaps, then we
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
see him fetch boy
Have ya running like a track meet, and that's a mother fucking threat boy yes boy
I am Back road, I am back road
Flex on a hoe, I am
The red Chevrolet trunk banging like a set
And just to catch a glimpse
Girls dislocate they neck
And any track I catch like
A drunk I'm gon’ wreck
So you
amount to anything
Oh girl, she used to vent to me
Like, if we just had a nice house and a mortgage
And a front lawn, and a fuckin' wedding ring
I
find nobody like me
Clay slide on The track cuz my flow is icy
I'm a stick it in her Butt cuz this girl a pisces
Riding round in the truck serving
you know I'm thinkin' 'bout ya, you be on my mind
I know ya see me every time watching the boys shine
And I know that ya see I put out my own CD
up
All the home boys just can't get enough
She's a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the back like that goin (top, top, top)
I won't say white girl, won't
I be the type to draw shanks in the road rage
I'm the top boy in the grime scene
I ain't gonna stand for a low wage
I want more money
I'm like jewelry
boy kick it like all three inches
Legend on the block
Shout out to legend in block
And when it get greasy, I just call
Been greasy
Easy, ask ScHoolboy
Yeah
Okay
The way the boy act think the bitch might need me
She like hey Jaybreezy
Boyfriend mad cuz their girl wanna meet me
She like boy come
you up
At you wake motherfucker
Black girls got tape AK
We always do it big round here babe babe
That's for Miami boys
With them days kinda flex
Verse 1:
Austin representer to the end
By time I was ten I was long gone
I was on that east side boy, no Lil Jon
I would with my grandma making
on the CD
She on trees, I'm on beat
We kill that shit, that's heroic
Don't look up no one above me
Don't fuck up, my mastery
Divine form I'm a fantasy
My
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