Take Over

[Intro] We on the track Webby’s on the track, Jitta’s on the track Jitta On The Track And we here [Verse 1: Jitta On The Track] Check, alright I done smoked a big blunt, you just through a bitch fit I beat your girl box up, that Biz Markie shit I’m back up in this bitch, it’s that nigga Jit’ All you rappers clitoris, I’m on that New England shit Lumberjacks and Timberlands, alien intelligence You be on your high horse? Bitch I’m on my Pegasus Lumberlife confederate, I be so high talkin’ bills like a pelican Smoke the whole car out, ridin’ ‘round Connecticut Bitch I’m off the hook like a motherfuckin’ home phone Dial tone, no really, dial Tone ‘Cause that’s my fuckin’ weed man, and plus he got the fire ho Burn so much tree it looks like I beef with a firehose I been fresh since the womb, bruh Kicks so white they scream, "Fuck yeah dude bruh" I like my money green and my weed purple, son Drink so dark it looks like Bobby Shmurda’s gums Follow it, hit the club, fuck the fuzz, fuck with us Your girlfriend givin’ us drunken love, no Beyoncé They ask where I'm at, said, "It's beyond me" Got in the bag like Frito Lay ‘Bout to hit a lick like a Cheeto stain Every day is Carleto’s way, nigga drop Man I’ve been a bitch, nigga flex on me Better bet he next, oh yeah, oh yeah That Homegrown smoke in the fuckin' air Gotta use Visine, just to make it fuckin’ clear [Hook: Chris Webby] Blue skies, sunshine, the world’s mine We takin’ over the world We takin’ over, takin’ over We takin’ over the world Long time, you know why, the world’s mine We takin’ over the world We takin’ over, takin’ over Takin’ over the world [Verse 2: Chris Webby] We takin’ over like Somali pirates, where the fuck is Captain Phillips? Rap the illest shit you’ve ever heard in less than half a minute Tryin’ to stack until I’m losin’ track while addin’ digits Chill out for a second, smoke a joint, and then it’s back to business Chuggin’ bottles, spittin’ flows, and then I’m smashin’ bitches Now my number’s in your girl’s phone like her apps and widgets I see the finish line, just got another lap to finish Rattle off these rap and Snapple facts and blow a sack of spinach You haven’t heard of me? Then I don’t give a fuck already Y’all must be livin’ under a rock like SpongeBob’s bestie Eatin’ beats, always got a little duck sauce ready So haters suck a dick, get the fuck off Webby Stay with a bogey like I’m Lauren Bacall And get it crackin’ like I dropped a fuckin’ porcelain doll “Dude that’s my mom’s" Now let me spin the wheel of fortune for y’all Enjoy the fruits of my labor like apple orchards in fall Homegrown in the building, me and Jitta be the botanists Plantin’ seeds so deep they root systems are where the fossils sit We on that full time grind, y’all just some hobbyists Run circles ‘round these rappers and I’m barely even joggin’, bitch Punches make your body flip, Webby on that Rocky shit Yo Adrian, shake that ass and get to droppin’ trick Suck it then you swallow it, then take another molly Licks of Henny from my goblet, and hit it till the condom rips [Hook: Chris Webby] Blue skies, sunshine, the world’s mine We takin’ over the world We takin’ over, takin’ over We takin’ over the world Long time, you know why, the world’s mine We takin’ over the world We takin’ over, takin’ over Takin’ over the world