Drinkin..smokin..poppin..rollin.. Fuckin till my condoms broken Stackin chips and bangin chicks We livin life so dangerous now lets go Uh yeah Webby back and I told you what Get up on the stage and the show is nuts Microphone in my cobra clutch, what Jack frost on the beat cuz I be too cold to touch Hit em with the rhythm that be dope as fuck Baby girl hit your knees and open up CT vandal, and I never gave a shit don't plan to Cuz I'm here to make a splash like Shamoo Damn you ran through any competition that I can do Can you figure the flow and keep pace Joints rolled up to the face Turn up the bass till my windows break Flow well done lemme reaise the stakes Since '88 I been a mother fuckin monster man Had headphones on in my sonogram Came out so mean that the doctor ran And had a full ass diaper of contraband God damn, I'm killing the flow thats the plan Fuckin every girl I can Ball like jordan, space jam Pass me the rock and I'll hit em with the slam D-d-done bass line comin out the trunk Always stay drunk with a full ass blunt Money up front, chasing cheddar Can't stop be bitch I'm way to clever Gimme a beat, no one can blaze it better Spit so cold I can change the weather Bitch I'll be living this way forever Wait till the game get a taste of Webster Drinkin..smokin..poppin..rollin.. Fuckin till my condoms broken Stackin chips and bangin chicks We livin life so dangerous now lets go Uh yeah Lemme go ahead and do it like this now Sit down making the beat my bitch now Hit it with that right hook, chris brown Take down your chick around the hips Lean back with a sticky ass pound of piff This real hip hop no counterfit So put some drank in your cup, bounce to this And get loud as shit, t-rex raw Imma tape in and I eject yours Banging the fuck outta the girl next door Too smart, and I might just check my test scores Rock with the flow and a round of bets Always on the grind no time to rest Your girlfriend asked me if I could sign her chest And then I worked her out like a P90X I just sign the cheque, and them I make them bills Shit, and I don't even got no deal I know who I am and I keeps it real So damn fresh haven't cracked the seal King of the kill, wreck with the words Proved I'm the mother fucking best in the burbs Step to me, then you bound to get served No entree dish, I'm a full dessert I just put in that work, nine to five Jet pack flow, time to fly No such thing as kinda high Burnt down all day thats what I decide Yee, its C.W. And we rollin in the whip when I'm coming through We’re drinking pop another pill or two And I'll be lovin, my life, bitch how about you