Trae Tha Truth - Screwed Up lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Target practice baby, only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet b**h [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, G'd up from the feet up (I got you Trae) Ya dig, A-B-C-D-E-F I'm a G to the end, the end of the road But back in the kitchen, at the end of the stove Hey, T, looks like we at the end of the O Drop a for in a twenty ounce, and call it 24 You sit on 24's, and we sip on 24's Got the Caddy, sitting on a pair of Gucci penny loafs Yeah I get money, f** with b**hes that get me more Now you know the game, same sh** different hoes Yeah we cut the ears and the tail, off Mickey Mouse Never been a rat, never had 'em in the house Call me Captain Kangaroo, I got money in my pouch And I don't mean loose change, when I say money in the couch Ya dig yeah, I'm getting paid at what I already say Can't see these n***as, like debris on these n***as Got a b**h named Nina, and Nina so s*utty Cause she'll do him, and every one of his buddies [Hook: Lil' Wayne & Trae] We put them drinks down, and pick them tools up And if dude tripping, we hit dude up And you ain't sh**, if you ain't never been screwed up And you ain't sh**, if you ain't never been screwed up We drop the top down, and chunk the deuce up These 84's'll make a hater, put his shoes up Yeah you ain't sh**, if you ain't never been screwed up Yeah you ain't sh**, if you ain't never been screwed up [Verse 2: Trae] I'm in the drop sitting low, 84's looking dangerous My swagger got me in the hood, looking like I was famous My neck and wrist, look like it been hit by a couple painters I'm getting money, but the fact I'm gangster never changes I got my locs on, waiting on a time to plex Like this bopper shotgun in the whip, waiting on time to s** It's A.B.N. until I rest, and won't be nothing less Since I'm protected by the neighborhood, I never need a vest I know them haters talking, but they ain't saying nothing Long as they stay inside they place, I'mma continue stunting My ice the sh**, I'm prolly at a hundred stacks and running I guess I'm fly, cause my do's in the air and trunk is humming I'm still moving slow, my swagger just got off the chain Whether the club or in the hood, I'm still gon make it rain Yeah I'm the Truth, so please address it when you say my name You try to take it to me, I'mma try to take it to your brain [Hook] [Verse 3:Trae] It's still the same name, new whip new shoes Fifty on the frame, so I know I won't lose Kit is on fly, do's up when I cruise All eyes on me, everytime a n***a move I pop another trunk, and show the world I'm screwed up This hey different color chain, will make you put your j**els up Say b**h you better chill, cause I'll beat your dude up Put him on the sideline, and have his face bruised up all screwed up Oh yeah these diamonds in my mouth, showing I rep the South This 80 thousand dollar b**h, got the top tooken off Up in these streets I'm like a kid, cause I love to get lost And stay packing something, that love to break a hater off So when it come to this gangster, homie I got it locked And if I put that drop on the block, I'm unable to stop And when it come to what it do, I'm that number one spot They knew I represent for Screw and H.A.W.K., banging my music chopped [Hook]