Aww Naww Lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeeeeaaah, Webby 

I've been going hard, all these years been on the low 

Used to show up to the spot and they would stop me at the door 

Now my name is hot so they be acting like they know 

And they leading my right through those velvet ropes 

Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the hell let Webby in 

Aww naww, who the hell let Webby in 

Aww naww, so run and tell your friends 

It's time to get it started mother fucker, let the games begin 

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Oh hello, hi there, back in the ring, never fight fair 

I swear, shades on tint, never seeing through my eye-wear 

No button down but I'm sleeved up, so many shows and I fly there 

And my fans be getting them tickets quicker than pissing in public in Times Square 

That nightmare on your street, stay with the hash like corned beef 

And I light it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of that four leaf 

We killing this and I'm on my grind, running shit I got sore feet 

24 deep on my tour bus, rolling right out to the floor seats 

I'm blowing up what are you doing, sitting at home and YouTubing 

Hating on me from a laptop, but these type of people I'm used to em 

You ain't doing shit but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degree 

You're a disappointment and blame everybody else that you never got where you hoped to be 

See I worked for it, you sat back, I grinded out while you relaxed 

And now you like; "Fuck 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?" 

But I ain't gotta say nothing back, cause I got your girlfriend on my lap 

I've been going hard, all these years been on the low 

Used to show up to the spot and they would stop me at the door 

Now my name is hot so they be acting like they know 

And they leading my right through those velvet ropes 

Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the hell let Webby in 

Aww naww, who the hell let Webby in 

Aww naww, so run and tell your friends 

It's time to get it started mother fucker, let the games begin 

Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that beat I could ride on 

Shut up and listen cause fuck it I'm spitting so cold blooded, python 

Connecticut over to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an icon 

Getting that dough like I started with Tae-Kwon 

Drinking this gin they be calling me Qui-Gon 

Started out in that small time, mixtapes in the trunk of the car that I was driving in 

That 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 like 

Sorry guy, I know I was speeding, I'm fucking high, but my plates are good and I'm fucking dry 

Smoked all my weed on my way down here, we ain't got no charges? Fuck you, bye 

Peel off in that shit box, so kick rocks, I'm out of here 

Then head back to my parents house and get drunk until I run out of beer 

But that was then, now I'm living differently 

The clubs that would always turn me away, now they all let me in for free 

The girls that used to blow me off, now they all on their friggin' knees 

Still blowing me off, only difference? Now it's literally 

I've been going hard, all these years been on the low 

Used to show up to the spot and they would stop me at the door 

Now my name is hot so they be acting like they know 

And they leading my right through those velvet ropes 

Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the hell let Webby in 

Aww naww, who the hell let Webby in 

Aww naww, so run and tell your friends 

It's time to get it started mother fucker, let the games begin