Lyrics:
him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time you hear this song, he'll be standing right here
Real nigga shit
talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!
[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]
Throw your hood up
All my G's represent
Turn up your deck
Dope House click came
h-town livin’
On a Friday By Ur Side chillin
Sharp like Big Pokey and Cactus Jack
ADH-adding up my money long as practice lasts
L on my hat, but we’re
as crawling
Subs still beat up the trunk as if they were sponsored by Spalding
Bending corners, blowing swishers, stacking figgas with my hittas
If I'm not then
of games
He deceives me and goes by many names
It's like my life is one big flick
And I'm the main character so I can't quit
I forget my script and mess up
To sleep with the gat
The grave is where most of
My niggas sleepin at
All the Screwed Up Click
Legends ain't never comin'back
Like Screw, Big Steve, Big
history
Two triple O back in the do, bout to drop tops with the
Boy Big Moe
Screwed Up Click we super thick, been dropping hits
Since '94
Now y'all know
ghetto history
Two triple O back in the do, bout to drop tops with the
Boy Big Moe
Screwed Up Click we super thick, been dropping hits
Since '94
Now
ghetto history
Two triple O back in the do, bout to drop tops with the
Boy Big Moe
Screwed Up Click we super thick, been dropping hits
Since '94
Now
the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm
I don't think you know love
Would you die for me?
If a nigga locked up
You'd be my wife or leave?
If a nigga screwed up
Would you try for me?
Would
history
Two triple O back in the do, bout to drop tops with the
Boy Big Moe
Screwed Up Click we super thick, been dropping hits
Since '94
Now y'all know
history
Two triple O back in the do, bout to drop tops with the
Boy Big Moe
Screwed Up Click we super thick, been dropping hits
Since '94
Now y'all know
his paper
Rolling big bodies no sweepers
Talking nigga ain't no need to creep up
Creep up
I'm the one on my team real niggaz
Just say just what they
shit clean up out the way
This how it go down, out here mayn
Trae the Truth
Asshole By motherfucking Nature
Slow Loud And Bangin'
Screwed Up
running for they life
Toting down off of herbs and a forty
Recollect enough styles up in
my ???? with my shortie
Who got, the shit that's hot (the Click
Monsta
Fuck, uh
Geek this shit up, yeah
(20Rocket on this bitch so it's gon' knock)
Yeah, that you do?
'Cause when the gun, click, I click
go to sleep with the gat
The grave is where most of my niggas sleepin at
All the Screwed Up Click legends ain't never comin'back
Like Screw, Big
and a pull up
From when I pull up
Manna like
Roll up roll up Pokey Smokey
Mans in the middle of hokey cokey
Don't provoke me
Promote me what floats your boat G
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
the stinacks
And I got a big-big MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck
be big
Willies, you got a bad case of the sillies
In the studio, you make believers
In real life
You more like the cape crusaders
Rushing to the scene
ghetto history
Two triple O back in the do, bout to drop tops with the
Boy Big Moe
Screwed Up Click we super thick, been dropping hits
Since '94
Now
[Tre' Little (Pharrell)]
Detroit came up, you know we hot (Uh)
30 years where it became a big lot (Uh)
600s on chrome, you don't stop (Uh)
Detroit we
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