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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Screwly G
Screwly G
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dashaun Bradley
Dashaun Bradley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flarryse
Flarryse
Producer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Alexander Gomez
Alexander Gomez
Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Swear yo' shit go fuckin' crazy)
Uh, yeah, uh
Uh, huh, uh, uh
Uh, these **** bet' not lack
Opp **** make me mad, won't send no text, I'ma pull up dressed in black (rrah)
It's a few opps who ain't catchin' it, if you ain't stretched, we still gon' catch that hat (bah)
Killed the main **** that spinned and do it again, we ain't cuttin' the opps no slack (rrah, rrah)
Uh, I pop one, then I pop two, then went up six shouldn't've dissed my **** (grrah, grrah)
Even though I got racks, got a whole lotta straps, ain't droppin' no bag, I move comin' to get you
Still the same **** that they used to call for the smoke, my pockets ju' got a lil' bigger
Tryna mean mug in the pic with his bro and 'em blicks, so you know they some bitch-ass ****
Fell on the ground when I came through blowin' (pew-pew), shot hit the curb, fuck, he thought he was goin'? (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
They thought I was done, reloaded the clip, coulda stopped, uh, but I kept on blowin' (rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
Most of these **** who tough on the 'net not in the streets, never stood over nothin'
Wanna show me you love me? Leave somethin' bloody, I wanna hear how the **** was gushin' (pew)
The opps' block ju' like a gym, shoot at the rim (pew-pew), play ball and I score me a bucket
Opps on live right now, I'm on the way by myself in a car, run the lights, I'm rushin' (pew-pew)
**** just talk that shit, but we 'bout that shit, like a twirly, we catch 'em and flush 'em
It's a few opps I wanna kill myself, told foenem they catch 'em, they better not touch 'em, ****
Huh, these **** must be stupid, in the streets, it ain't no love, ****, ****, they been killed Cupid
Been a shooter, still a shooter (pew-pew), 14 with a fire, we gon' make it with hoopin'
Whoever told the opps to beef with us goin' to Hell, they ass a bad influence (fah, fah)
Broke-ass **** ain't have no car, couldn't catch him a ride, so he got caught walkin'
Brrt-bah, fah-fah, bitch-ass ****, that's for all that talkin'
He tried to run, guess he ain't have a gun, jumped out with my chop, gun near hawked him (pew)
We the main reason they watchin' these cars, bail out, blitz whenever we caught 'em
**** just not shootin' back, for years (rrah), gettin' patched, I guess you could say that we taught 'em (rrah-rrah)
Still in the field, still doin' 'em drills, post on the block with the shotties and bottles
We the lil' **** who killin' the killers, want somethin' dead, foenem gon' call us
Murder for hire, shot out his tires, spilled lil', shh, he got caught with his daughter (shh)
Ain't payin' for shit, and she know I got money, bum-ass bitch, get the fuck out my face
Stuck in some beef, don't want no peace (pew), uppin' the score, then we raisin' the rate (pew, pew)
Brung out the AP today tryna find somethin' to spank (rrah), lil' Boogs put a B on a Drac'
**** aimin' for legs, we aimin' for heads (grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah), I'm tryna shoot an opp all in his face
We got the drop, and it's 7:00 o'clock, spinned right now, we ain't even tryna wait
**** think they gon' hustle, but there ain't no trappin' today (what?), kill an opp on the way to his plate
Pull right on side of his ride and do him like Biggie (rrah), all out the window with Drac'
It ain't no guns in the joint, foenem in the prison, he called me and showed me his shank
(Swear yo' shit go fuckin' crazy)
Written by: Dashaun Bradley
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