Chris Webby - Screwed Up (Prod. By Burd N Keyz) lyrics

[Hook] I've got my seat leaned back, keep my tires looking clean Rolling with the baddest b**hes that you ever seen Always rock my brim low, cause we rolling up the green Getting screwed up, you know what I mean, mean, mean, yeah! Sipping on my drink, drink, fill another cup And I'm rolling up the dank, dank, twist another dutch, dutch Shawty what you think, think, we don't give a f**! Cause I'm always screwed, always screwed, always screwed up! Let's go! [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Back on the mic with the sh** I say We popping off! And I've been going through at least a couple grams a day Drinking up like mazel tov Cause you know we gonna ball, young entrepreneur My money long If I start to run low, then I go back out on tour Voila! Problem solved, no schedule I just relax where the weed's at, where my cheese stack cause I run this sh** I see that, then I need that Hear me baby girl, get on your knee caps and s** my dick About to relapse from the pills I get Blue ones, white ones, purple too (About to relapse from the pills I get) And it puts me in the perfect mood! Ooh, ooh, now I'm feeling too good to move Everything I'm hearing is chopped and screwed Pulling in my Chevy when I'm cruising through Vroom! All black, from the tires to the rims to the paint to the tints Fire when I spit, put the flame to your b**h when I'm lighting up a spliff Then I came on her tits sh**! See, Webby is a nasty dude with a raspy voice Cause I burn so much, but my mom still proud Every time I come around she like, "that's my boy" Get up on the beat and the track's destroyed It is what it is and it is what it be Webster is the baddest boy! And we getting screwed up, just follow me! [Hook] I've got my seat leaned back, keep my tires looking clean Rolling with the baddest b**hes that you ever seen Always rock my brim low, cause we rolling up the green Getting screwed up, you know what I mean, mean, mean, yeah! Sipping on my drink, drink, fill another cup And I'm rolling up the dank, dank, twist another dutch, dutch Shawty what you think, think, we don't give a f**! Cause I'm always screwed, always screwed, always, always screwed up! [Verse 2: Chris Webby] Get up on a beat like, “b**h, what's up?” Every single day I'm getting loose I got a mixture in my solo cup So loud, got a sub woofer tied to the roof Rhyming the truth with a fine little sloot (s*ut?) Hitting more hoes than young Shia LaBeouf Money on my mind, yeah, money on my mind Trying to get some pesos on my grind for the loop I'mma go get her, flow spitter, ho hitter Surrounded by trees like gorillas Webby cold to the bone, don't shiver Made it this far, now I'm trying to go bigger! Andre the giant, dropping the finest Mix tapes, but the game cannot define it Don't know whether or not to co-sign it Because I'm different, f** if y'all like it! B-B-B-B-b**h! Yeah, we be head tripping! I'm about to lose my sh**, wait til them meds kick in! I'm a doberman pinscher, y'all just some wet kittens My b**hes look like models, yours look like Meg Griffin Che-che-check out my cat skin, that sh** says that I'm out of my mind I'm just a mad man, rolling up like an ounce at a time Hitting a club and I bounce with a dime But only show up for a drink and a song or two And now that I'm on, all you haters Are mad I'm doing what I said I was gonna do! [Hook Plays]