Trae Tha Truth - Screw Done Already Warned Me - 1611042 lyrics

Screw done already warned me -
I'm fin to come through
With a tilted bumper kit

Screw done already warned me
Bitches ain't shit
I'm fin to come through
With a tilted bumper kit

Guess who never left
But he back for the first time
Doing it like a star plus it's certified
By the way that I tip my car
Screw done told me back in the gap
That half these bitches wasn't shit
So I'm banging up the block one deep
While the slab recline a kit
Let it be known that we the shit
Candy dripping and the dropper's
Got you under pressure
I bet ya that these haters sick
They better go get they ass a stretcher
This the South, home of the chrome shoes and
The bang inside the trunk
We been holding since '99
I coulda taught you how to stunt
Haters love to see you fall off
But I just ain't gon fall off
Them tops be on the slab
But watch how fast I knock 'em all off
Them jackers I'm gon haul off
In the H we gon be joking
We gon shining until the death
And hope our wheels don't come up broken
Lamborgini do's
On the slab only for the hood
Ghetto superstars gon show ya
How it feel to be looking good
Tell me what ya know about Screwed Up Click
The ones who slowed the pace
And the ones who dropped the kit
And waved the trunk all in your face

Screw, done already warned me
That the SUC army
Is bout to start busting like a tommy
Stayed up in H Town
Where bumper kit's lay down
Terrorizing the streets
Like they school yard playgrounds
Bitches ain't shit, so I do it my way
In the 500 CL, just banging some Trae
We got some soldiers in the sky
And even mo' in the Penn
So that's mo' work to do, for CMG and ABN
Threw 4's on a old school
Cause slab is true
Laced it up with butter guts
Over midnight blue
My click is on feet, my whole team gon eat
And I'm strapped with black heat
It make the ride complete
In the new driver seat, always be balling
If the trunk raise up
The bumper kit start falling
A Screwed Up legend
Shit who else could it be
Then the resurrected reborn
Infamous Don Ke'

Screw done already warned me
They wanna harm me
I ain't worried about em
Messing with Trae I got a army
Plus a line of blue and red cars
That don't know how to sit still
Neon lights get woke up everytime
That they drop another 5th wheel
Better call the coroner
Cause it's fin to get reckless in Texas
Plexers ain't never been a problem
I stay strapped for the jealous
And for Screw, you know we represent for the
Hood and the swanging zone
We draped up and dripped out
Grey tapes we was banging on
Now them assholes done came
And we ain't playing homie
Anything less than real
We rearrange what niggas hanging homie
Matters what you banging homie
Cause you know the South ain't
On no hating shit we represent the click
With ice that cost enough to buy a brick
The North back to the Southwest
My section gon ride for Trae
Don't think that it's a game
Run up and watch how you slide away
The gangstas love it
Cause I stay providing 'em with hit's
So if you love the game
That took the bumper kit like you the shit