Chris Webby - Screwed Up lyrics

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Hook:

I’ve got my seta lean back, keep my tires looking clean

Rolling with the baddest bitches that you ever seen

Always rock my brain low, cause we’re rolling up the green

Keeps the screwed up, you know what I mean, mean, mean, yeah!

Sipping on, I drink, drink, fill another cup

When I’m pulling up in the game, game

Twist another dutch, dutch.

Shawty with your game, game, we don’t give a fuck

Cause I’m always screwed, always screwed, always screwed up!

Let’s go!

Back on the mic with the shit I say,

We’re popping on!

Feel I’ve been going through at least a couple grands a day,

Drinking up like mazel tov.

Cause you know we gonna ball, young entrepreneur

My money long.

If I start to run low, then I go back right on tour

Voila! Problem solved, no...

I just relax where the weed’s at, where my cheese stack cause I run this shit.

I see that, then I need that,

Hear me baby girl, get on your knee caps and suck my dick.

About to relapse from the pills I get

Blue ones, white ones, purple too

(About to relapse from the pills I get)

And it puts me in the perfect mood!

Yeah, uh, now I’m feeling too good to move

Everything I’m hearing is chopped and screwed

Pulling in my Chevy when I’m cruising through.

Room! All black, from the tires to the .. to the tints.

Fire when I spit, put the flame to your bitch when I’m lighting up a split,

Then I came on her tits.

Shit! See, Webby is a nasty dude with a raspy voice,

Cause I burn so much, but my mom still proud

Every time I come around she’s like, that’s my boy

Get up on the beat and the track’s destroyed

It is what it is and it is what it be,

Webster is the baddest, boy!

You get me screwed up, just follow me!

Hook:

I’ve got my seta lean back, keep my tires looking clean

Rolling with the baddest bitches that you ever seen

Always rock my brain low, cause we’re rolling up the green

Keeps the screwed up, you know what I mean, mean, mean, yeah!

Sipping on, I drink, drink, fill another cup

When I’m pulling up in the game, game

Twist another dutch, dutch.

Shawty with your game, game, we don’t give a fuck

Cause I’m always screwed, always screwed, always screwed up!

Let’s go!

And I wanna be like, “bitch, what’s up?”

Every single day I’m getting lose,

I got a mixture with my solo cup,

So loud, you got yourself tight to the roof.

Rambing the truth with a fine little suit,

Hitting more hoes than a gun shot in the booth.

Money on my mind, yeah, money on my mind

Trying to get some pesos on my grind for the loop.

I’mma go get her, flow spitter, go hit her,

Surrender by trees like gorillas

Webby cold to the bone, don’t shiver,

Made it this far, now I’m trying to go bigger!

Andre the giant, dropping the finest,

Mix tapes, but the game cannot define it

Don’t know whether or not to confine it,

Because I’m different, fuck if you don’t like it!

B-B-B-B- bitch! Yeah, we’ll be head tripping!

I’m about to lose my shit, wait til them meds kick in!

I’m a .. pincher, yeah, I’m just some whack ..

My bitches look like models, yours look like Meg Griffin.

Check out my cat skin, bet she says that I’m out of my mind

I’m just a mad man, rolling up like .. at the time.

Hitting the club and I bounce with the time

But only show up for a drink or a song or two

And now that I’m on you, haters,

I’m mad, I’m doing what I said I was gonna do!

Hook:

I’ve got my seta lean back, keep my tires looking clean

Rolling with the baddest bitches that you ever seen

Always rock my brain low, cause we’re rolling up the green

Keeps the screwed up, you know what I mean, mean, mean, yeah!

Sipping on, I drink, drink, fill another cup

When I’m pulling up in the game, game

Twist another dutch, dutch.

Shawty with your game, game, we don’t give a fuck

Cause I’m always screwed, always screwed, always screwed up!

Let’s go!