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Screwed Up Lyrics

by Z-Ro

f/ Grace



[Z-Ro]

Screwed Up Click killas these niggas don't want none

When I be coming down and gripping, on my gun

Finger, on the trigger, every-body ducking

And running, from the scene cause Z-Ro done start busting

No Longer, serving fiends, I'm serving the drug dealers

Affiliated with killers and multiple blood spillers

A nigga from out the 4, you know I, don't sleep

If a nigga don't work then a nigga, don't eat

So a nigga is gone hustle, a nigga is gone grind

Watch a young nigga shine, bitch this world is mine

I wanted to ball in the mix, I turned my crumbs into brick

Out of town, dump u-haulers turning east bigga niggas in and out

With one callers, we shot callers, and ballas and 20 inch blade crawlers

Big body, tinted up, Mazzaratti Impala

We prowlers on the scene, we go our mug on mean

It use to be sipping fours but now it's jugs of that codeine

Quarter pines be puffing but it ain't nothing but grass

Now how you love this bezeltine and all this wood on my dash

All this starch on my ass, and all this money in my stash

And how you love the way your hoes get all this dick in they ass

We Screwed Up entertainers, hoe ass nigga restrainers

Assembly line in the kitchen pickens in proper containers

We real niggas, not ill niggas, polos rap more than Hilfigers

We in this rap game to get mill niggas, running up on us you get killed niggas



[Chorus - 2x]

Money making we gone ball baby, we coming down

We some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the rise

Screwed Up Click'd never fall baby, we coming down

We some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the rise



[Grace]

Staying crunk, blazing blunts, jamming Z-Ro funk

Keep mind on money working my hundred got these boys popping trunks

Screwed Up baller in the mix, trying to turn these crumbs into some bricks

Sideways on switches we gone sip, drinking on drink and smoking dip

Living my life in slow motion, riding high sipping potion

Bring wet on fly like the ocean, got a Screwed Up playa just coasting

With mind at ease blowing trees, stacking g's, swanging threes

We coming down watch us clown in these H-Town streets

Popped up and shining and blind you, fifth wheels reclining they minding

It's about that time Screwed Up take over, wrecking boys skills in rhyming

Six figga niggas and drug dealers pimping pens for our scrilla

Sipping drink and smoking killer, the coast, fly figgas

Pad blessed and chopped records Screwed Up, Houston Texas

We coming down, looking good gripping wood like some veterans

Money making Screwed Up baller blade crawling, shot calling

Made living missing Christmas stacking ends never falling



[Chorus - 2x]



(talking)

Shit, Screwed Up Click on the rise baby

Big Jett hollering at all my partnas, youknowI'msaying

Wave that shit for your hood



[Z-Ro]

We gone ball till we fall

knocking down Fassacci at the mall

Everytime I sip my cup gone stand tall

got a wide ass phone when I make my call

White folks be tripping on salary cap

that's why your Prime Co. phone tapped

Studied the dope game for the rap

now cause of my skin I travel the map

From stage to stage to stage to stage

making a loot with a loose leaf page

I got on my knees and I say my praise

and repent everytime I misbehave

You want to get me for my riches

better mind your bidness, I minded for you

Fuck around and touch your brain I ball

with a mug Z-Ro gone shine for you

I call the shot, cause I cop the clock

everytime it get hot I drop the top, or

Bunny hop up out the cream of the crop

smash on the gas and never stop for cops

Ball till I fall, that's what I'm gone do

screen in my phone screaming who you do

I bleed the block with a hand full of rocks now

I got a cassette and as long as you

Talk about the fame, bout the struggle

talk about how long it took a nigga to bubble

Since I call the shots I don't call them off

hoes flock around me like a first time huddle

Don't have to kiss, I don't have to fuck

I just pull out my dick bitch you could suck

Or ball till I fall, and if I ever fall down

I'ma rescore and bounce right back up



[Chorus - 2x]