Trae Tha Truth - Screw Done Already Warned Me lyrics

[Intro] Screw done already warned me - 4X I'm fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit [Hook - 4X] Screw done already warned me, b**hes ain't sh** I'm fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit [Trae] Guess who never left, but he back for the first time doing it like a star Plus it's certified, by the way that I tip my car Screw done told me back in the gap, that half these b**hes wasn't sh** So I'm banging up the block one deep, while the slab recline a kit Let it be known that we the sh**, candy dripping and the dropper's got you under pressure I bet ya that these haters sick, they better go get they a** a stretcher This the South, home of the chrome shoes and the bang inside the trunk We been holding since '99, I coulda taught you how to stunt Haters love to see you fall off, but I just ain't gon fall off Them tops be on the slab, but watch how fast I knock 'em all off Them jackers I'm gon haul off, in the H we gon be joking We gon shining until the d**h, and hope our wheels don't come up broken Lamborgini do's, on the slab only for the hood Ghetto superstars gon show ya, how it feel to be looking good Tell me what ya know about Screwed Up Click, the ones who slowed the pace And the ones who dropped the kit, and waved the trunk all in your face [Hook - 4X] [Lil' Keke] Screw, done already warned me That the S.U.C. army, is bout to start busting like a tommy Stayed up in H-Town, where bumper kits lay down Terrorizing the streets, like they school yard playgrounds b**hes ain't sh**, so I do it my way In the 500 CL, just banging some Trae We got some soldiers in the sky, and even mo' in the Penn So that's mo' work to do, for C.M.G. and A.B.N Threw 4's on a old school, cause slab is true Laced it up with bu*ter guts, over midnight blue My click is on feet, my whole team gon eat And I'm strapped with black heat, it make the ride complete In the new driver seat, always be balling If the trunk raise up, the bumper kit start falling A Screwed Up legend, sh** who else could it be Then the resurrected reborn, infamous Don Ke' [Hook - 4X] [Trae] Screw done already warned me, they wanna harm me I ain't worried about em, messing with Trae I got a army Plus a line of blue and red cars, that don't know how to sit still Neon lights get woke up everytime, that they drop another 5th wheel Better call the coroner, cause it's fin to get reckless in Texas Plexers ain't never been a problem, I stay strapped for the jealous And for Screw, you know we represent for the hood and the swanging zone We draped up and dripped out, grey tapes we was banging on Now them a**holes done came, and we ain't playing homie Anything less than real, we rearrange what n***as hanging homie Matters what you banging homie, cause you know the South ain't on no hating sh** We represent the click, with ice that cost enough to buy a brick The North back to the Southwest, my section gon ride for Trae Don't think that it's a game, run up and watch how you slide away The gangstas love it, cause I stay providing 'em with hits So if you love the game, that took the bumper kit like you the sh** [Hook - 8X]