Backdoor Chris Webby (Ft. Dizzy Wright & Futuristic)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Storming in like it's the capital building
I’m chasing cheddar til it's stacked to the ceiling
Words floating on the instrumental, I'm defying gravity with ’em
That's why my name up in their mouths like fucking cavity fillings
I'm having a feeling that I be going off when I'm aiming
I see the title and the crown, this shit is all for the taking
From the north-east where the snow fall like Franklin
Saint Nick and bank need a tank if you facing off with me
GTA with five stars in the fly car, drive the ride through side yards
You couldn't see me if you squinted your eyes hard, I'm the wildcard
Catching the waves like lifeguards
Got the gas pеdal down 'til I blow the pistons, up front in the pole position
Keeping fakе motherfuckers at a social distance
I'm the truth, now you know the difference
Webby

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Yeah, pull the whip up slow
Smoke blowin’ out with the brim down low
Yeah, make sure they all know
They don’t let us in the front then we coming through the backdoor
Yeah, got 'em all like, "Woah"
Stepping in the room and it’s off i go
Yeah, make sure they all know
They don't let us in the front then we coming through the backdoor