Z-Ro, Grace - Screwed Up lyrics

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

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

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

Shit, Screwed Up Click on the rise baby
Big Jett hollering at all my partnas
YouknowI'msaying
Wave that shit for your hood

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