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