Lyrics Sure As Can Be - Chris Webby , Locksmith

You see my Webby gotta get it
Imma leave ya body twisted with these punch lines
So fcking hard they ask if Rocky did it
Always thinking drunk singing in the lobby sippin
Blacking out like im sharing drinks with Bill Cosby′s btches
The way i step to the mic has gotta be gods gift
White boy wit a light skin btch call me John Smith
Little fly chick
Just make a drop trick
Got a chastity belt? Ill pass you to Locksmith! (Haa). Middle fingers in the sky till my arms tired, you think my
Tonsils made of flint the way i talk fire, say they better than Webby, they all liers. Y'all ain′t going nowhere, like barbed wires on your car tires take anxiety medication with Kevin Bacon, Grand Central Station to my body is levitating