Chris Webby Lyrics

Yeah, it's Big Lope in this motherfucker, man LDC Gang, shit lil' bitch

Ayy, yeah, who the fuck is this loser? We don't know you, dude

Side on through, yeah, lookin' for that one piece, that one piece, turn to two

Off of that molly rolling, yeah, that 40 burst at you

I call Tooty up for them fresh birds, yeah, he servin' bricks at 32

Copped that bundle, yeah, uh, sent 'em off the birdie flu

That Monte Carlo down Rodeo, yeah, I'm pickin' me up a few

Yeah, that's that Big L.D.C. Gang shit, yeah, lil' boy, that's what we do

They copy my name, they copy my bars, my flows, yeah, uh, I think I should sue

Yeah, what you thought, what you thought? You gettin' that money, you gettin' that cheddar, that feta

Cheese, yeah, smokin' on Zaza, doin' what I please, yeah, got my fetty, I'm ready

Walk through with a mug on my face, yeah, ready to get petty

Red in the face, he walk in the courtroom red, he red, and he ready to sing like canaries

Yeah, I was hoppin' that Chevy with lil' Kelly, I was gettin' my dick sucked to the contrary

Walk in the room and I'll stand up to anybody, yeah, look at the thang on my belly

Bitch like Nami, yeah, she like she Bonnie, yeah, she count that berry

Dead eye, dumpin' at your fanny, yeah, you lyrical, smerical, Chris Webby