Chubb Rock

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]

Yap yap, straight from the top

I ain't even waitin' for the beat to drop

You see all these bitches hatin' but they need to stop

Because use it ain't my fault I spit ether god

Most swag than you ever could have

And the purse worth more than the money in the bag

Stupid, y'all bitches make me laugh

You should quit niggas got you gassed

Y'all try to do this, me, I does this

You should see me when I'm with my cousins

Yeah, we buzzin', y'all just buzzards

Y'all thought that y'all was poppin', but y'all wasn't

Y'all pop two bottles and you think you stuntin'

I pop ten bottles like it's nothin'

Please don't worry 'bout who I'm fuckin'

Ima homewrecker, I'll fuck your husband

Easy

Microphone checker what is this

How many times I gotta tell these bitches

I'm like a infomercial I'm about my business

And I just got started, y'all been finished

And everybody know Remy hard as fuck

I drive dolo through the city in cars and trucks

And they starstruck, All shucks

All y'all broads is washed up

Ya gotta

[Verse 2: Papoose]

2008 Papoose stepped up on the scene

With the thing in the seam on my jean