Lyrics:
Nun' but my phone and my keys
Shawty bring everything else I need
And I know I popped 3
But ima stay 10 toes down for the east
Webby shawty yeah you
(Chorus)
Professor Jones
He did not know
Professor Jones
He did not know
Where was his daughter?
Where did she go?
She's fallen to the beast of the webby
Webby known to be the one
Trappin out the BNB apartments
She can tell i got it, by the way i walk in
By the look in your eye, I can tell you ain't bout
permission
They snuck me in like like Webby in admission
They snuck me in like Webby with the Smith-N, come oppressive like government
Tired of shaking hands
When Webby got shot
My mom got traumatized she shipped me out
Ye I'm paid
My dawg don't write no raps
But he stuck in the pen
FREE MERCY
I was serving
ain't say nothin
Come get a job with Webby nigga yeah I pay runners
Yeah I'm straight thumbing
I put that umbrella up just in case that rain coming
(Webby)
Don't nobody give a fuck about you!
Went from a loser playing Oregon Trail on my computer
To tours across the country and Hallie Barry rumors
benchmark finished
500K what's the hold up
100, 200, 300
500 thousand you know Webby he keep that cheese coming
Niggas be lying, tuh we don't believe nothing
Whoa-oh
69 more bars, yeah
Whoa-oh
Man, Webby still goes hard
Aka
"Mr Penis In Yer Dick"
These bi
These bi
These b
These bitches think they're
a poopoo
But every poopoo is a peepee
Why do we let Chris Webby be a thing
He doesn't write anything good
He just says the dumbest, cringiest shit
It's like
that webby
Cha Cha
He looking like a spider
A man
Imaginary webby with Dad
Woo
Come on
Yeah
It's my birthday
Happy birthday
Celebration
It's your
on Kop I'm chasing cash
Skip up then skirt off and leave him in a body bag
Lil Webby strippin' shit he see a nigga diamonds dance
Percocet poppin', squids
it's good, I'm still with you Only thing I want for Christmas is Webby back, but I ain't get it
I'm a trophy that ain't goin' on the shelf, I tote
still on that laughin' shit
I don't play what you ducks on that daffy shit
Oh, I might just have to go bat me a bitch
Pullin' up, bumpin' webby on savage
Let's go!
See it's Webby
The dude who fucked your girl last Summer
And I ain't even asked for her number, bummer
And I ain't even smash with
for action
So listen up, Webby is rapping and Semi is scratching
Shit is bound to cause a deadly reaction
Step to Webby motherfucker you gonna see
nine, high
That's how I've always gotta be
Fuckin' human oddity, always burning it down properly
So bring the pot to me, and Webby's gonna roll it up
of Chris Webby
Now, this you man, hails from Connecticut
After six mixtapes
After half a million downloads
After 20 million YouTube views
Countless sold
the game that go deeply
Carve out my own lane and flow freely
For W-E-B-B-Y, believe me
Killing this shit is so easy
I came to pass the blunt around
This a game like Webby's arcade
Got the high score, fuck did y'all think?
Bitch, I got paid (what)
Two shows in different cities the same day
Said
Yeah, Webby
See I've been doing this shit for a while
I know
We 'bout to hit the skyline now
I don't know about you, but I know one thing
I
to the beast of the webby hole
Tarantula!(x5)
With giant fangs
And eight hairy legs
The monster lives in an underground maze
Beneath the carpet
And I seen a bunch of these rappers that seem to be bubblin' faster
But they don't be stackin' like Webby be stackin'
I follow my pub and I master some
a tremendous hunger
While Webby was in the booth spittin' bars
I went into his phone and stole Halle Berry's number, what up
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