[Hook] I’ve got my seat leaned back, keep my tires looking clean Rolling with the baddest bitches that you ever seen Always rock my brim low, cause we rolling up the green Getting screwed up, you know what I mean, mean, mean! Sipping on my drink, drink, fill another cup Then I'm rolling up the dank, dank Twist another dutch, dutch Shorty what you think, think we don’t give a fuck Cause I’m always screwed, always screwed, always screwed up! Let’s go!
[Verse 1: Chris Webby] Back on the mic with the shit I say We popping off! And I been going through at least a couple grams a day Drinking up like Mazel Tov Cause you know we gon' ball, young entrepreneur My money long If I start to run low, then I go back out on tour Voila! Problem solved, no schedule I just relax with a weed sack, while my cheese stack cause I run this shit If I see that, then I need that Hear me baby girl? Get on your knee caps and suck my dick 'bout to relapse from the pills I get Blue ones, white ones, purple too ('bout to relapse from the pills I get) And it puts me in the perfect mood! Yeah, ooh, (oooh), now I’m feeling too good to move Everything I’m hearing is chopped and screwed Rolling in my Chevy when I’m cruising through Vroom! All black, from the tires to the rims to the paint to the tints Fire when I spit, put the flame to your bitch when I’m lighting up a spliff then I came on her tits Shit! See, Webby is a nasty dude with a raspy voice Cause I burn so much, but my mom still proud Every time I come around she’s like, "that’s my boy" Get up on the beat and the track’s destroyed It is what it is and it is what it be Webster is the baddest, boy! You get me screwed up, just follow me!
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[Verse 2: Chris Webby] Get up on a beat like, “bitch, what’s up?” Every single day I’m getting loose Got a mixture in my solo cup So loud, got a subwoofer tied to the roof Rhymin the truth with a fine little sloot Hitting more hoes than young Shia LaBeouf Money on my mind, yeah, money on my mind Trying to get some pesos on my grind for the loot I’mma go getter, flow spitter, ho hitter Surrounded by trees like gorillas Webby cold to the bone, don’t shiver Made it this far, now I’m trying to go bigger! Andre the giant, dropping the finest Mix tapes, but the game cannot define it Don’t know whether or not to co-sign it Because I’m different, fuck if y'all don’t like it! B-B-B-B-bitch! Yeah, we’ll be head tripping! I’m about to lose my shit, wait til them meds kick in! I’m a Doberman Pinscher, y'all just some whack kittens My bitches look like models, yours look like Meg Griffin Check out my cat scan, that shit says that I’m out of my mind I’m just a mad man, rolling up like an ounce at a time Hitting the club and I bounce with a dime But only show up for a drink and a song or two And now that I’m on, all you haters are mad I'm doin what I said I was gonna do
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