Chris Webber Lyrics

Triple S yeah she my stepper

Put her in Gucci not no Skechers

Ridin in a Rolls truck not no Tesla

I done took her down like I'm a wrestler

Know how you like I apply that pressure

When I go to sleep Bible on my dresser

Hittin Sacramento and I ball Chris Webber

(Woo woo woo woo woo)

Yeah

I done touched down in Cali

Hoe from the Valley

Know that she little expensive so I went & put her in Bali

She look like Halle

Berry

And I got my brother still whippin them birds in the trap like his name was Larry

They see how I'm coming this year and they tell me oh G damn you gettin scary

They see how I'm coming they saying it's freighting

Bro off a pill he done took him a Vicodin

I just be freestyling all of these songs I ain't even got time to be sitting here writing them

In Minnesota like I'm where the Vikings live

That boy he know he ain't with it he only sit there on the net, yeah he only typing it

If that girl bad

You know I'm piping it

Hit me on FaceTime I ain't with the Skypin' bae

Don't want no action he only do that for the clout, but I ain't gon be the one hyping it

When I put it down

Know that she liking it

Bought her a bag I don't care bout the price of it

Whippin that 'Ghini like I got no license yet

Heard how they rappin but I never break a sweat

Yeah

Feel like Usain way I'm running the beat

Took her to Providence all you can eat

Ride in a G wagon this ain't a Jeep

You see what I'm wearing

Know this ain't cheap

You see how they starin

They lookin at me

Cause I'm the one that these boys wanna be

Oh yeah, they wanna be just like G

Triple S yeah she my stepper

Put her in Gucci not no Skechers

Ridin in a Rolls truck not no Tesla

I done took her down like I'm a wrestler

Know how you like I apply that pressure

When I go to sleep Bible on my dresser

When I go to sleep don't wake up

You a broke boy get your cake up

You a broke boy get your pape up

How you gon give me advice bout gettin that cash when you don't even make none

Can you be quiet

Don't say none

I watch my back for the fake ones

You say you love me but you going behind my back, you showing fake love

Yeah yeah

Triple S yeah she my stepper

Put her in Gucci not no Skechers

Ridin in a Rolls truck not no Tesla

I done took her down like I'm a wrestler

Know how you like I apply that pressure

When I go to sleep Bible on my dresser

Hittin Sacramento and I ball Chris Webber