[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

Lemme get my fresh on, next on deck

I just breeze through easy, I haven't stopped yet

People give me daps, it's just a sign of respect

For me doin' my damn thing without breakin' a sweat

Look at me now, I'm doin' it, that's word on my life

Even this bummy ass white boy can clean up nice

Button up on, hat crooked to the right

Don't gotta look in the mirror cause I know that I'm tight, right?

I'm just here to have a hell of a night

And I'm ready to get twisted grab the L and a light

I know this hip hop game just a roll of the dice

But I know that I'm nice, that's why I'm holdin' the mic

Flowin' precise, who ever knew this stoner could write

And spit venom? Get ready for the cobra to strike

The end of the night? Shit it ain't nowhere in sight

So stay rockin' with your boy cause the future look bright

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

So we get down, bottles in the air

Dutch full of the kush and my people everywhere

And we get down, swag on high

Windows low, bass bumpin' in the ride

So we get down, ladies looking sexy as hell

You want a good time? Then Webby is well

So we get down, fill another cup

Cause we goin' from now till the sun come up

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

And I get down, like I never wanna get up

I never let up, I keep my head up, dead up

Fed up, but not havin' my bread up

But still I'm goin' all in, bitch, put your bed up

Shred up any track given to me

It ain't hard for all my dogs and my women to see

That I can't wait to be king, Simba's living in me

So I'mma roll with it, Kill 'em all subliminally

Don't even try gettin' at me, it just ain't worth it

Cause I ain't ever seen a mothafucka be perfect

Got my own title and I damn sure earned it

Ain't nothin' I got now I didn't deserve, bitch!

My feet left the surface of Earth cause I'm too fly

And I don't ever have to come down, do I?

Who I, be? W-E-double B-Y, now who fuckin' with me?

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

So we get down, bottles in the air

Dutch full of the kush and my people everywhere

And we get down, swag on high

Windows low, bass bumpin' in the ride

So we get down, ladies looking sexy as hell

You want a good time? Then Webby is well

So we get down, fill another cup

Cause we goin' from now till the sun come up

[Verse 3: OnCue]

And I get down, like your girl on her knees

And I got it in the car when we shootin' the breeze

I wish I could leave, the snow and the leaves

And see the palm trees, gettin' blown by mamis

And y'all say my dick bigger than Tom Lee

And I'm tryna get a piece, like my name Gandhi

Got my whole state, riding behind me

My back seat big enough so go ahead and sign me

I murder this rap shit, murder this rap shit

No I'm not a thug or stuck in a trap, bitch

Tell all these dudes, "Don't check my tactics"

Webby I got you, you don't gotta ask it

Let's wipe 'em up like a goddamn napkin

Half of these dudes shouldn't even be rapping

See, me and you got a purpose

They should be at Mickey's, flipping our burgers

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

So we get down, bottles in the air

Dutch full of the kush and my people everywhere

And we get down, swag on high

Windows low, bass bumpin' in the ride

So we get down, ladies looking sexy as hell

You want a good time? Then Webby is well

So we get down, fill another cup

Cause we goin' from now till the sun come up