Chris Webby - Aww Naww Lyrics
[Intro]Yeeeeaaah, Webby[Hook]I've been going hard, all these years been on the lowUsed to show up to the spot and they would stop me at the doorNow my name is hot so they be acting like they knowAnd they leading my right through those velvet ropesNow I got them saying, aww naww, who the hell let Webby inAww naww, who the hell let Webby inAww naww, so run and tell your friendsIt's time to get it started mother *****er, let the games begin[Verse 1]Oh hello, hi there, back in the ring, never fight fairI swear, shades on tint, never seeing through my eye-wearNo button down but I'm sleeved up, so many shows and I fly thereMy fans be getting them tickets quicker than pissing in public in Times SquareThat nightmare on your street, stay with the hash like corn beefAnd I light it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of that four leafWe killing this and I'm on my grind, running shit I got sore feet24 deep on my tour bus, rolling right out to the floor seatsI'm blowing up what are you doing, sitting at home and youtubingHating on me from a laptop, but these type of people I'm used toYou ain't doing shit but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degreeYou're a disappointment and blame everybody else that you never got where you hoped to beSee I worked for it, you sat back, I grinded out while you relaxedAnd now you like; "***** Webby man, yo, I should be where he's at, wait is that him, did he just cut the line, wait where's Denise at?"Well I ain't gotta say nothing back, because I got your girlfriend on my lap[Hook][Verse 2]Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that beat I could ride onShut up and listen cause ***** it I'm spitting so cold blooded, pythonConnecticut over to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an iconGetting that dough like I started with Tae-KwonDrinking this gin they be calling me Qui-GonStarted out in that small time, mixtapes in the trunk of that car that I was driving inThat Altima, with back bumper hanging off the side, people honking at me (get off the road!)Getting pulled over so often I'd have my registration at all times, hanging out my window likeSorry guy, I know I was speeding and I'm *****ing high, but my plates are good and I'm *****ing drySmoked all my weed on my way down here, we ain't got no charges, ***** you, byePeel off in that shit box, so kick rocks, I'm out of hereThen head back to my parents house then get drunk until I run out of beerBut that was then, now I'm living differentlyClubs that would always turn me away, now they all let me in for freeThe girls that used to blow me off, now they all on their frickin' kneesStill blowing me off, only difference, now it's literally[Hook]