(*talking*) Screwzoo, what's the baby Lil' up in here, putting it down to hold it down, know I'm saying Everybody out here, still to the fullest You know hold it down fa sho no mo' being sad, we gon put it in they face Again and again, just like you say know I'm We gon fa sho
Sitting low behind tints, swanging to I got a tech to the chest, the plex And if a don't know, we Down South thugs In the Dirty Third, that's going off slugs Beating the boulevard, and in throwed cars And talking on cellulars, three two broads With a bad broad, up in the frame You know Guerilla Maab thugs, be down to pull On the first of the month, popped up trunks And when a showing off, we pump up punks Fin to dump, showing a nigga Lil' Trae don't Blue over grey with a K, fin to make day Breaking the mic, my reputwa Like at Cornbread's, sipping the bar Like Roy Jones, he be breaking a jaw Like two dykes, in a tois Lyrically, I be stopped can't see me, even if I was 3-D I told you once, and I'ma say it out S-L-A-B, be raw a pen In the wind for the divid-ends, and a big Benz With the bubble lens, it down I-10 Taking a spin, a with the blue lens On my grind, stacking all of my ends I'm moving slow, turning head So you know I'm thoed, I'm fin to pop my On 4's fin to pop my trunk, with a lot of glow I got a lot of flow, and a lot of From the side to the block, I put All of my ghetto motherfuckers, steady love a deuce in the air, when they feeling us I know you us
- 2x] On the Candy sprayed, looking so 84's and vogues, we Screwzoo, you know we it down
Niggas ain't ready, for we do I'm in my drop, or in the hoodo Pull up on the block, grey on the blue With four 18's, and Screw I don't give a damn, if y'all me When it come to rap, y'all fade me A lot of niggas, know who we be I'ma tell you once, you let me be In the zone, cause I'm off Niggas wanna think, I fell off But I gotta stay steps, ahead of y'all So I feel plex, I'ma haul em off 3-65, I gotta watch my Every song that I'm on, I hats hell of a stop, making niggas squash the chat I done proved my points, so you better back From Guerilla Maab Paid my dues, I'm in a store you Staying true, I'm thinking about Screw Everyday, always loving you Mayn, I know it just don't and tipping slow, on chops Lose the cops, I got a on knock Please believe, headed to the top
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Living down in H-Town, I do my thang I'm on the grind full time, holding down my S.U.C. affiliated, hate it And I'm still on point, when I'm the grain I put it all in your face, I stay on the paper chase And niggas wanna plex, I'm ahead of the race Better that down, cause I'm a real nigga in the streets, so I'm clicked up with killas Dougo, Rocko, and By-Bo In the air hydro, they know We so toed, kicking the do' And like the Z-Ro say, I'm thinking you let it go Pulling up in the wide body fo' do', with the top So the hoes'll bop, roll stop and drop, you know I cock the And for the P-A-T, you know we still rock In the Coupe or foreign car, out Screens on glow, coming out the spot that's united for the cash, a lot And for the of Screw you, I'm riding on knot That's everyday, and I'm it mayn Ain't changed, I gotta go get it Come back with it, and I quit Sideways on a switch, representing for the bitch
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