Trae Tha Truth - Screwed Up lyrics

rate me

Target practice baby. Only thing is I’m not the shooter, I’m the bullet, BIAATCH!

G’d up from the feet up.

I got you Trae (you dig?)

A-B-C D-E-F

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I’m a G to the end the end of the road

But back in the kitchen at the end of the stove

A T looks like we at the end of the O… drop a fo

In the 20 ounce call it 24s

You sit on 24s and we sip on 24s

Got the Caddy sitting on a pair of Gucci penny-loafs

I get money, fuck with bitches that give me mo’

Man, you know da game, same shit different hoes

We cut the ears and the tail off, Mickey Mouse…

Never been a rat never had him in the house

Call me Captain Kangaroo and I got money in my pouch

And, I don’t mean loose change when I say, money in the couch (ya dig?)

I’m gettin paid that’s what I already said

Caint see these niggaz, like to? on these niggaz

Got a bitch named, Nina and Nina so slutty

Cause she would do him and every one of his buddies (Weezie)

[Hook:]

We put them drinks down and pick them tools up

And if dude trippin we hit dude up

And you ain’t shit if you ain’t never been screwed up [x2]

We drop the top down and chunk the duece up

These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up

And you ain’t shit if you ain’t never been screwed up [x2]

[Verse 2: Trae]

Yea, yea, yea

I’m in the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous

My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous

My naked wrist look like it been hit by a couple of paintas

I’m gettin money but the fact that I’m gangsta nevea changes

I goy my Locs on waitin on the time to plex

Like this bopper shot gunnin the whip waitin on time to sex

It’s ABN until I rest it won’t be nothin less

Yes, I’m protected by the neighborhood, I never need a vest

I know dem hatas talkin, but they ain’t sayin nothin

I hope they stay inside they place I’m a continue stuntin

My ice tha shit I’m probably at a hundred stacks, and runnin

I guess I’m fly cause my doors in da air and my trunk is hummin

I’m still movin slow, my swagga is jus got off da chain

Whether in the club, way in da hood I’m still gon make it rain

Yea, I’m tha truth so please address it when you say my name (Trae)

Ya try to take it to me, I’m a try to take it to ya brain

[Hook:]

We put them drinks down and put them tools up

And if dude trippin we hit dude up

And you shit if you ain’t never been screwed up [x2]

We drop the top down and chunk the duece up

These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up

And you ain’t shit if you ain’t never been screwed up [x2]

[Verse 3: Trae]

It’s still tha same name new dip, new shoes

50 on da frame so I know I won’t loose

Sittin so fly doors up when I cruise

All eyes on me everytime a nigga move

I pop another trunk and show the world I’m screwed up

They say a different color chain make ya put ya jewels up

Say bitch ya betta chill cause I beat ya dude up

Put him on da sideline and have his face bruised up, all screwed up

Oh yeah, these diamonds in my mouth show’em I rep tha south

They say a thousand dolla bitch got tha top tuken ova

Up in these streets I’m like a kid cause I love to get lost

And keep packin somethin that love to break a hata off

So when it come to this gangsta homey I got it locked

And if I put tha drop on tha block, I’m unable to stop

And when it come to what I do I’m tha numba one spot

They know I represent fo Screw and H.A.W.K. bangin my music top

[Hook:]

We put them drinks down and put them tools up

And if dude trippin we hit dude up

And you shit if you ain’t never been screwed up [x2]

We drop the top down and chunk the duece up

These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up

And you ain’t shit if you ain’t never been screwed up [x2]