Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Screwed Up Lyrics

f/ Grace

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Screwed Up Click killas these niggas 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 killers and multiple blood spillers

 A nigga from out the 4, you know I, don't sleep

 If a nigga don't work then a nigga, don't eat

 So a nigga is gone hustle, a nigga is gone grind

 Watch a young nigga shine, bitch 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 niggas 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 grass

 Now how you love this bezeltine and all this wood on my dash

 All this starch on my ass, and all this money in my stash

 And how you love the way your hoes get all this dick in they ass

 We Screwed Up entertainers, hoe ass nigga restrainers

 Assembly line in the kitchen pickens in proper containers

 We real niggas, not ill niggas, polos rap more than Hilfigers

 We in this rap game to get mill niggas, running up on us you get killed niggas

 

 [Chorus - 2x]

 Money making we gone ball baby, we coming down

 We some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the rise

 Screwed Up Click'd never fall baby, we coming down

 We some six figga niggas 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 skills in rhyming

 Six figga niggas and drug dealers pimping pens for our scrilla

 Sipping drink and smoking killer, 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]

 

 (talking)

 Shit, Screwed Up Click on the rise baby

 Big Jett hollering at all my partnas, youknowI'msaying

 Wave that shit for your hood

 

 [Z-Ro]

 We gone ball till we fall

 knocking down Fassacci at the mall

 Everytime I sip my cup gone stand tall

 got a wide ass 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

 Fuck 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 cassette and as long as you

 Talk about the fame, bout the struggle

 talk about how long it took a nigga 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 fuck

 I just pull out my dick bitch you could suck

 Or ball till I fall, and if I ever fall down

 I'ma rescore and bounce right back up

 

 [Chorus - 2x]