Contradictory to Grown Ups lyrics

by

Freeway


[Intro]
Yeah! It's Chris Webby
Up in Webster's Laboratory right now, you know
Just cooking some sh*t up!
As I said, bars for days, of course, ha, yah
Let's go, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
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 YouTube hits like a double rainbow
So fresh, got a Old Spice old feel (yeah)
Tryna stay on course like a boat's keel (yeah)
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 (yeah)
Twist a zig-zag then I levitate
Webby been bad, Professor Snape (ha)
I’m like Manny Pacquiao times four (four)
Hyping 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 (yeah. baby)
Encore, I used to pop pills, always puffin’ bud
I think I’m still rollin’, Team Pup N’ Suds (ha ha)
Now I’m going big time and I’m lovin’ this (this)
When I step in, dudes better cuff your chick (chick)
I don’t speak game (game), I say a couple words (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 (woo!), reppin’ Connecticut like a husky
CT swag, everybody here loves me
Got a stainless steel flow, never spit it rusty (nah)
Running sh*t like Nucky, trust me (trust me)
Name buzzin’ all over the f*ckin’ country
Shout to my ninjas and everybody who bumps me (yeah)
So just feed me beats, I got the munchies
Nothing better than an instrumental when I’m hungry (yeah)
The illest thing that ever hit pro tools
I’m 1-51, they just O'Doules (heh)
Live by no rules, no one’s stoppin’ me
They say Webby rocks, geology (yeah)
Even haters gotta bump my sh*t
So what, thanks for the YouTube hits, you dumb b*tch (dumb b*tch)
Put me in the mix, I’ma be the last spittin’
I’m a tiger, y’all domesticated cat, kitten (meow)
You’ll get smacked kitten, left there with your cash missin’
It’s a fact, listen, I’ll be on a track rippin’ (yeah)
Haters crack jokes, I just laugh with ‘em (ha ha ha)
And get loud, like Waka Flocka ad-libbing (what)
Spit venom out, every time I rap rhythms
Webby’s the deadliest catch, I’m goin’ crab fishin’ (b*tch)
Teachin’ hip-hop 101, so take notes
Bring it back, mu'f*cker, I’m done (I'm done)
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, Webby
Murdering sh*t, that's what I do, you know, ha ha
Yeah, Webby's laugh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go, uh, uh, uh, yeah
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