Z-ro - Skrewed Up lyrics

[Z-Ro] Screwed Up Click k**as these n***as don't want none When I be coming down and gripping, on my gun Finger, on the trigger, every-body ducking And running, from the scene cause Z-Ro done start busting No Longer, serving fiends, I'm serving the drug dealers Affiliated with k**ers and multiple blood spillers A n***a from out the 4, you know I, don't sleep If a n***a don't work then a n***a, don't eat So a n***a is gone hustle, a n***a is gone grind Watch a young n***a shine, b**h this world is mine I wanted to ball in the mix, I turned my crumbs into brick Out of town, dump u-haulers turning east bigga n***as in and out With one callers, we shot callers, and ballas and 20 inch blade crawlers Big body, tinted up, Mazzaratti Impala We prowlers on the scene, we go our mug on mean It use to be sipping fours but now it's jugs of that codeine Quarter pines be puffing but it ain't nothing but gra** Now how you love this bezeltine and all this wood on my dash All this starch on my a**, and all this money in my stash And how you love the way your hoes get all this dick in they a** We Screwed Up entertainers, hoe a** n***a restrainers Assembly line in the kitchen pickens in proper containers We real n***as, not ill n***as, polos rap more than Hilfigers We in this rap game to get mill n***as, running up on us you get k**ed n***as [Chorus - 2x] Money making we gone ball baby, we coming down We some six figga n***as Screwed Up Click on the rise Screwed Up Click'd never fall baby, we coming down We some six figga n***as Screwed Up Click on the rise [Grace] Staying crunk, blazing blunts, jamming Z-Ro funk Keep mind on money working my hundred got these boys popping trunks Screwed Up baller in the mix, trying to turn these crumbs into some bricks Sideways on switches we gone sip, drinking on drink and smoking dip Living my life in slow motion, riding high sipping potion Bring wet on fly like the ocean, got a Screwed Up playa just coasting With mind at ease blowing trees, stacking g's, swanging threes We coming down watch us clown in these H-Town streets Popped up and shining and blind you, fifth wheels reclining they minding It's about that time Screwed Up take over, wrecking boys sk**s in rhyming Six figga n***as and drug dealers pimping pens for our scrilla Sipping drink and smoking k**er, the coast, fly figgas Pad blessed and chopped records Screwed Up, Houston Texas We coming down, looking good gripping wood like some veterans Money making Screwed Up baller blade crawling, shot calling Made living missing Christmas stacking ends never falling [Chorus - 2x] Money making we gone ball baby, we coming down We some six figga n***as Screwed Up Click on the rise Screwed Up Click'd never fall baby, we coming down We some six figga n***as Screwed Up Click on the rise (talking) sh**, Screwed Up Click on the rise baby Big Jett hollering at all my partnas, youknowI'msaying Wave that sh** for your hood [Z-Ro] We gone ball till we fall Knocking down Fa**acci at the mall Everytime I sip my cup gone stand tall Got a wide a** phone when I make my call White folks be tripping on salary cap That's why your Prime Co. phone tapped Studied the dope game for the rap Now cause of my skin I travel the map From stage to stage to stage to stage Making a loot with a loose leaf page I got on my knees and I say my praise And repent everytime I misbehave You want to get me for my riches Better mind your bidness, I minded for you f** around and touch your brain I ball With a mug Z-Ro gone shine for you I call the shot, cause I cop the clock Everytime it get hot I drop the top, or Bunny hop up out the cream of the crop Smash on the gas and never stop for cops Ball till I fall, that's what I'm gone do Screen in my phone screaming who you do I bleed the block with a hand full of rocks now I got a ca**ette and as long as you Talk about the fame, bout the struggle Talk about how long it took a n***a to bubble Since I call the shots I don't call them off Hoes flock around me like a first time huddle Don't have to kiss, I don't have to f** I just pull out my dick b**h you could s** Or ball till I fall, and if I ever fall down I'ma rescore and bounce right back up [Chorus - 2x] Money making we gone ball baby, we coming down We some six figga n***as Screwed Up Click on the rise Screwed Up Click'd never fall baby, we coming down We some six figga n***as Screwed Up Click on the rise