Chris Webby - Bars On Me lyrics

Yea I'm back up in this b**h just like a uterus And I don't need no lubricated condom when I'm doing this Always got a doobie lit Swerve behind the wheel and maneuver it Twenty-twenty with it, use my eyes to see the future quick Moving sh**, I'm just trying to be what I'm supposed to be Supposedly I'm dope, St. Nicholas ain't as cold as me The thing we got in common is I'm always with a Ho or three Make them drop it like someone with Parkinson's carrying groceries Cause I'm here and I rap that sh**, doing shows and stacking chips Take my shirt off when I spit that's why your girl is on my dick Got these tats all on my body and a pocket full of piff Fill the bong up with some ice cubes, baby take a hit See I'm running for the title, everybody voting Webster Drinking straight tequila out a mother f**ing blender Middle finger stay up, nobody can censor I'm a dog always sniffing for the female gender Friend her up on facebook and from there it's a wrap Send a poke and then tomorrow she'll be sitting on my lap Even back when I was broke, my girlies always had a rack Love them big titty b**hes with bodies covered in tats It's that marijuana twister, grabbing ladies from the mixer Then I bring them to the telly, and crack a bottle of liquor Cause I never gave a f**, I'm the type to bang your sister Then go back to your crib and f** your moms like Stiffler I hope you get the picture, take it on your Kodak Up in Webby's World you cannot reach me with a road map To find it you need Adderall, Ambien, and some Prozac Always cooking fire, someone show me where the stoves at Keep on dropping heat, all you players grab your cleats Cause I'm in this game to win it, I won't settle for defeat From the suburbs to the streets, I will stand by what I speak And I don't even know what this b**h is saying up on the beat But I got a hundred bars on me Everything that we throw on the credit card's on me Every drink that we get at the titty bar's on me And I'll be living just like this until my heart don't beat b**hes it's Chris Webby, that whitey who spit deadly With my foot up on the pedal like I'm Mario Andretti f**er I rap flames and murder the rap game Spitting 'til I'm number one with a bullet like Max Payne Got that Nerf gun tucked and I'll aim it at your gut Better duck, it's that cracker and slapper of big bu*ts Getting drunk, always looking for some double D cups But in the lab I cook it up like I'm WolfGang Puck Get them in the game and I go straight ham When I get the rock up in my hand Cause I'm here to get it popping just exactly how I planned Take a stand right here for this rapping sh** and keep my lyrics accurate Test me but beating Webby just simply will never happen b**h Salute me cause truly I be the dopest on the chords Master Yoda with the bars, I'm a Jedi with the force That's cause Webby done got that flow They can act like they don't know But they ain't f**ing with me period yo Fineto