Screwed Up Click - Get This Paper lyrics

rate me

(feat. Lil' Keke, Mike D, Grace)

[talking]

Yeah, what I gotta do to get this paper

I want the paper bitches, man S.U.C.

What do I gotta do to get that paper

What I gotta do, to get that paper

Tell me what I gotta do to get paper

All I wanna do is get that paper

[Mike D]

All I had to do was shift my stick, and switch my bitch

It's like oh my God, the kid back in the mix

Funny how a no good hoe, will bring you down

Put the worse on a nigga, cause y'all a playa curse

Fuck a hoe, drag off in the Lexus

Make a nigga respect this, Break-A-Hoe Texas

City with no pity, hoes hustle out they titty

Knuckle up pitch rocks, peep out it and go get it

Snatch a rack run up pack, our packs hold a gat

Hit the highway withcha, stash a half in a cat

Sick stand-up cats, run with stand-up hoes

If they bar mix packs, it be like there he blows

Off in the wind, let the GTO scratch the street

Behind tint getting bent, with Z-Ro in the deck

Something jazzy dumping ashes, bout to give me slow neck

Y'all know what it is, the same fo' came back

[Lil' Keke]

I've been through everything, but I still persevere

Bout to go live in 0-5, I'm still right here

Oh yeah it's still my year, cause that talk is cheap

By my lone' who really want me, man I ride one deep

Got my hustle right paper tight, don't matter to me

I can write a 16, or process me a ki

The streets a motherfucker, man they'll swallow ya whole

Pack it up wrap it up, nigga I'm ready to roll

Fuck these niggaz and these figgas, I stay ready to rock

Got killas with twin glocks, if you ready to plot

It's the Take Over, I'm known as Lil' Ke

A certified guerilla, is courtesy S.U.C.

Bang-bang chop-chop, man this shit don't stop

We the underground kings, it's eight dollas a pop

These niggaz be talking shit, and I'm hot no doubt

But they can suck my dick, until the cum shoot out

[Grace]

If you don't know what it was, just here to show what it is

Bitch I'm the game runner head hunter, wrecking for years

It's the boy that put it down, from S.U.C. H-Town

Southwest go-getter, Hoovergroove and to clown

Take bitches and split fame, love to grip on grain

Southside of H-Town, where they cook up caine

Chop-chop on dub 4's, swang and bang 8-4's

Drop top and blow dro, or po' it up out of 4's

Straight medicated elevated, one hundred afilliated

The underground funk King, is highly anticipated

Pimp then pen and give it to em, I'm a Grey Tape soul

You can't break the damn fool, showcasing skills that's thoed

Fuck a world Southwest G, another day another thug

Day one true to it, till this day kill scrubs

Spell it out you know my name, G-R-A-C-E

S.U.C. V-E-T, that's till I D-I-E