(feat. Will-Lean, B.G. Duke, Point Blank)
[Lil' Flip]
Oh, yeah, all the f** n***as got to get the f** out the way
You know what time it is n***a, Screwed Up Click
[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
Man f** dat n***a, (f** dat n***a)
Runnin your mouth I'ma touch dat n***a
Man f** dat n***a, (f** dat n***a)
If you neva heard by my state b**h screwed up n***a
Will-Lean you ridin (Yeah I'm ridin)
B.G. Duke you ridin (Yeah I'm ridin)
Z-Ro you ridin (Yeah I'm ridin)
Point Blank you ridin (Hell yeah I'm ridin)
Let's go
[Will-Lean]
Motha f** you, I rush you, b**h I don't thrush you
Like AT&T (My abilityne) b**h I didn't touch you
Brush ya, like your head off your shoulders getgusha
Block my desert Eagle to the bone and crusha
You see I'm a hustla just look at my wrist
All yellow canary diamonds lookin like pants
Yo Flip yo Flip, these boys actin tall
I got money and respect plus I'm packin problems
Stackin no dollars n***as want to f** wit me
If your sweater is all good, so tuck your hid
Even though I'm on parole I still cluntch my hid
Because the Streetsweeper
That sweep up the street
[B.G. Duke]
I got my girl that ain't your mama
I smack you with the pistol and tell you I ain't your mama
I'm ready for drama
I sleep wit a four pound
It ain't sh** cause see I send my three laps to your town
Lays, we just ain't talkin' about you
Cause some of these n***as is b**hes too
And you know who, no need to say no name
Cause I'ma gas these n***as like a tank of propane
They say we ain't strap, they lied to ya
They say Flippa ain't from cloverland, they lied to ya
We got the magin three kitchen, they ain't lyin bro
Manufacturin clinin sixcase we ain't tired bro
[Chorus]
[Z-Ro]
Every time I open my mouth, I'ma see talkin' sh**
f** a rat n***a I slap n***a
These b**h you keep on walkin b**h
I represent the Southside of Screwstum Texas
I got my name spinnin yellow down that right upon my rap a lot necklace
f** some shine bro I loosened it to
You better get rich with my tech weapon that came from coupe
Cause I'm a gangsta my n***a comin from the left side
If you put that n***a if your tooth in the chest fire
I'm the king of the Ghetto I gave myself that name
Ain't nobody here gettin' rich I make myself that change
Talkin' about chores and two thousand dollars to spend a verse
b**h I'm a Legend read about me f** it come see about me
Right now I'm in glove eleven n***as and seven record labels
You can jump my neva a** line to straight up to strangle
Z-Ro the crippa gangsta the Screwed Up Click
f** all in here and I said go ahead and choose up b**h
[Chorus]
[Point Blank]
Watch your mouth now
Cause what you say could bring d**h
One day you gon say some sh** that a n***a can't expect
Point Blank the bull, b**h you trip off the whole block
You ain't gotta be a cloverland to be a cloverland G block
Boy we run this sh**, Flip havin fun wit this sh**
He trippin blood how the f** get a gun in this b**h
When I see him 99 Southside gon be all right
I know I might do some time
Just shoot me a kite
I rap straight through the heart
So I shoot straight for the heart
If Flip said f** T.I. then it's f** dat mob
South sid filly to a flat line trick
Talk a lot of sh** but I could beg my b**h what sup
[Chorus]
[Lil' Flip]
Oh no that n***a ain't scarin me
I don't wanna hear about your a** weighin keys
This lil n***a ain't a threat you a peon n***a
Cause in my hood I play the corner like Deon n***a
The n***as are f**in wit you cause you pay em for beats
And I saw the bull sh** grill you got on your teeth
My grill cost 30 G's, my ice cost 15
Say you gain a little weight if you drank some leen
Hey I got beef what a n***a done with 80 pounds
He weared my bracelet in the pool that n***a probably drown
Pitbull got my back
Pastor Troy got my back
And you know Ludacris got my f**in back
Askin about my whole team you now I role wit G's
So why should I feel man and bleed like me
Down in Texas we ain't k**in you kid
That's for records sells go I'm k**in you b**h
[Chorus]
[Lil' Flip]
n***a how you gonna charge Z-Ro 20 gram for a motherf**in
[Verse]
n***a that sh** ain't worth a god damn wing dammit b**h