Aww Naww

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

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