Chris Webby

Chris Webby - Contradictory To Grown Ups lyrics

rate me

First of all, shout to Chiddy Bang yo.

But it's Webby and I still be Off The Chain.

So I'll get your girl and do what you seeing on Bang Bros.

Stacking You Tube, hits like a double rainbow

So fresh, got a Old Spice old feel

Tryna stay on course like a roadskill

They wanna know how I be killin' it with no deal

And got the game mapped out, Michael Scofield.

No prison break, get up here and renovate

Every venue that I'm hittin' up in every state

Twist a zig-zag then I levitate

Webby been bad, professor Snape

I'm like Manny Pacquiao times four

Hypen up the crowd when I'm out on tour

I need a dollar like I told you before

So I could cop an Arnold Palmer when I'm hittin' the store

Encore, I used to pop pills, always puffin' bud

I think I'm still rollin', Team Pup N' Suds

Now I'm going big time and I'm lovin' this

When I step in, dudes better cuff your chicks

I don't spit game, I say a couple words

Next thing you know we're both under the comforter

In the comfort of my hotel suite

Having sloppy drunk sex and forget 'em by next week

I'm a beast, reppin' Connecticut like a husky

CT swag, everybody here loves me

Got a stainless steel flow, never spit it rusty, (nah)

Running shit like Nucky, trust me

Name buzzin' all over the fuckin' country

Shout to my ninjas and everybody who bumps me

So just feed me beats, I got the munchies

Nothing better than an instrumental when I'm hungry

The illest thing that ever hit pro tools, I'm 1-51

They just O'Doules, live by no rules

No one's stoppin' me, they say Webby rocks

Geology, even haters gotta bump my shit

So what, thanks for the You Tube hits you dumb bitch

Put me in the mix, I'm a be the last spittin'

I'm a tiger, y'all domesticated cat, kitten

You'll get smacked kitten, left there with your cash missin'

It's a fact, listen, I'll be on a track rippin'

Haters crack jokes, I just laugh with 'em

And get loud, like Waka Flocka ad-libing

Spit venom out, every time I rap rhythms

Webby's the deadliest catch, I'm goin' crab fishin'

Teachin' hip-hop 101, so take notes

Bring it back, mo'fucker I'm done

Yeah, Webby, murdering shit

It's what I do, you now

Let's go!

Thanks to Tyler King for correcting these lyrics

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