Dangerous

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