[Intro] I thought I told you I'mma star Whether with a free or written down bars No jewelry, piece of shit car but that's just Webby Bitch and I'mma star
[Verse 1: Chris Webby] I'mma star bitch, no five points Just a high white kid rolling up a joint I run the fucking beat, until I pull my groin Eating competition like some stake sirloin All about my coins, like a damn pirate Fuck with my doubloons bitch, you should never try it If you don't like it, you're probably just biased Cause I stay flyer than a helicopter pilot Phone on silent nobody could reach me Smoking on that peace pipe we're the fucking TP Cause I come from CT, hold down 203 C Hold my nothing special, but I know where all the weed be Beep beep rolling up knee deep King of all the suburbs and they need me No need for a receipt, you gon' keep me Caveman flow I've been rapping since the B.C All about my green like the center of a kiwi Up in outerspace R2D2 C3P Your girl facebook creeps me cause she wanna meet me Flow so magic veni vidi vici No GED kicked out of Hofstra But I still lay it down on the beat proper Private school hustler weed up in my dockers Cause I always stay high on trees like koalas Give me twenty dollars put it in my wallet Rowdy on a beat like a motherfucking mosh pit Oh my gosh it's Webby baby watch it No holding back when I roll a phat L up of only bomb shit I'm the bomb bitch, ecstasy pop it And then I'm rolling like Otto Rocket I got it, no hold up I got it I'm at the summit bitch, you'll never top it I'm up in here, Webby's always gonna start something Always coming with the flame like a carved pumpkin Got your heart thumping and your car bumping With this music that I'm making, I don't charge nothing These are all freebies, so don't start man Cause I'm rolling with more animals than Tarzan I live in the Bronx zoo so what you gon' do I am a mongrel and I will chomp you Varsity rapper never on the side lines Rhyme fine cause my mind is Einstein times nine So start understanding my rhymes cause I've been kicking flow Since the land before time I'm back up on a beat, did I stutter bitch Always gonna come with something sick Anything you did Webby done that shit I'm the come back kid, you better stand up That's why the DEA in Nassau wants me handcuffed You see ya get down and then I land up Me and my mic are soldiers, the beat commands us So roll the gram up 'til we're getting superhigh Y'all are just fake sick like that Ferris Bueller guy Me I'm the bird flu, do not make me hurt you Cause I spit it raw bitch uncooked Purdue I'm a jerk dude and I will burn you When the moon is up a werewolf is what I turn to I'm that rapper you should call, look Always chasing after tail like a dog Woof , paws, hook-line, hit 'em with the sinker Then skate away bitch, call me Andy "Brink" Brinker
[Outro] I'mma star bitch Well at least in CT Haha Oh shit where that joint at Feeling right You know, just droppin' bars It's what I do HollaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
