Z-ro - Screwed Up Click lyrics

(feat. C-Note, Will-Lean, Point Blank) [talking:] Ah sh**, you now listening to the Screwed Up Click Let's go... [Hook: x2] We the Screwed Up Click, we the Screwed Up Click I hear ya running your mouth, but we the Screwed Up Click We the Screwed Up Click, we the Screwed Up Click You ain't the King of the South, but we the Screwed Up Click [C-Note:] We the Screwed Up Click, coming out the South You n***as talking sh**, n***as better shut they mouth I be in the booth, coming bulletproof n***as talking that sh**, then I knock the diamond out your tooth Raising out the roof, n***a feeling real good Rolling through the f**ing hood, diamonds up against the wood I get it all day, everyday dropping off Picking up herb, every rhyme that I f**ing say n***as know I'm C-Note, from that Clover Smoking doja and a n***a like me, will knock it off the shoulder [Point Blank:] I don't know why you hand me the mic, you know I ain't got sh** good to say But some real live sh**, n***as scared to say A Screwed Up Click original, from uno On the first Screw tape to hit the market n***a, you know I been riding for Screw, when he was living b**h And I'ma be riding for Screw, until I'm with him b**h SPC the first click, WK S.U.C. n***a, forever and a motherf**ing day You better recognize, the real when you see one The day you play me like a hoe, and that's the day I be one C-L-O-V-E-R, G (now Blank, pa** the weed) [Lil' Flip:] I'm doing a buck fifty, y'all n***as can't buck with me Plus I keep the baddest hoes, in the truck with me I'm repping Texas, every stage I stand on These other rappers talk a lot of sh**, but they won't last long I know y'all mad, cause me and Ro hooking up Check my calendar, all my shows booked up Y'all n***as broke, you ain't heard we got real paper Don't listen to the magazines, cause them n***as haters I'm on top of my game, rocks on top of my chain Glocks I pop when I aim, people watch in the rain Helicopters and planes, and I'm chopping my caine You ain't stocking a thang, that's cause I'm rich b**h n***a we dress fly, everyday we stay high n***as be in a fo', we riding in a five I got that Maybach Excursion, and a grey Lac One shot to your head, now b**h n***a take that [Will-Lean:] The Southside go-getters for cheddar, we blast Barettas S.U.C, organized like Goodfellas Will-Lean yeah, homie Screw gave me that name Welcome back Clover hanging, Flip gave me that chain n***a Clover Geez, with me using the name Cause when I co*k back and aim, slugs abusing your brain Homie uh, cause I'm coming with this calico Busting out my Caddy do', knocking down your daddy do' Screwed Up Click n***a, we too thick By all means necessary, we gon get rich b**h So now you know, ain't no f**ing with us Cause in God we trust, but in Glocks we bust biotch [Z-Ro:] a**hole By Nature, Z-Ro the Crooked I ain't never been took, n***a look at my books I do my thang, I swang and bang Got a pocket full of change, and a piece and a chain On my neck, I demand respect I might cash a check, I might ride in a jet I might ride a plane, I might ride a train Garunteed anywhere I ride, I blow Mary Jane To relax my mind, I pack my nine n***a run up on Ro, and I'll shut ya down Shoot sh** up and shut sh** down, that's how it go though Catch Z-Ro flipping, in a cream tinted fo' do' Flipping with the Tow Down, flipping with the Dub-G n***a f** the police, I know they don't love me And I don't love em either, so n***a f** the FED All day, I break my back to make my bread And once I make my bread, you can't take my bread Try to take my bread, b**h I'ma break yo head That's my direct connect n***a Trae where you at, with the throw-away gat We gon lay em on they back, like that and like this I got VS-1 ice, on my wirst b**h In my mouth too, in my ha-choo Millions in my vault fool, R.I.P. to Screw-U