[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 x2]
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 x2]

[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 x2]

[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]
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

(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]
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

[Hook: Maxo Kream]
New plug on the smoke, got my youngins sellin’ dope
New plug on the smoke, got my youngins sellin’ dope
When I wake up brush my teeth, I need a blunt, I hit the sto’
Grab a box of yellow baggies and a swisher ‘fore I go
I can’t even eat, I need to smoke before my breakfast
I can’t even eat, I need to smoke before my breakfast
Standin’ on the block and movin’ squares like playin’ Tetris
New plug on the smoke, I’m sellin’ dope in Houston Texas

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
New plug on the smoke, sellin’ Pepsi not Coke
I ain’t gotta hit the stove, but I gotta hit the sto’
I ain’t got the munchies, need that codeine on my tummy
Crawlin’ like a toddler, keep a baby bottle like I’m Tommy
This ain’t Aunt Jemima, this that Hi-Tech and that ganja
Smokin’ on Obama, tie your granny up for a comma
Take your shoes for a dollar
Maxo Kream, what you mean?
I’m ’bout the cheese, If I run up on you bet you I’ll squeeze

[Hook: Maxo Kream]
New plug on the smoke, got my youngins sellin’ dope
New plug on the smoke, got my youngins sellin’ dope
When I wake up brush my teeth, I need a blunt, I hit the sto’
Grab a box of yellow baggies and a swisher ‘fore I go
I can’t even eat, I need to smoke before my breakfast
I can’t even eat, I need to smoke before my breakfast
Standin’ on the block and movin’ squares like playin’ Tetris
New plug on the smoke, I’m sellin’ dope in Houston Texas

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
Knick-knack paddy whackin’
Frontin’ all my niggas, sackin’
Prices doin’ jumpin’ jacks, smoke like we go cataracts
Swishers stuffin’ woods and backs
Smokers givin’ feedback, they say we got the loudest packs
The dankest tracks right next to crack
We under tax, imagine that
Watch my youngins work it, twerk it
On the corner standin’ back
Got the block pumpin’ jumpin’ now the stains ask for wax
All my workers countin’ checks, they play it smart, avoid arrests
First day of school they step in fresh

[Hook: Maxo Kream]
New plug on the smoke, got my youngins sellin’ dope
New plug on the smoke, got my youngins sellin’ dope
When I wake up brush my teeth, I need a blunt, I hit the sto’
Grab a box of yellow baggies and a swisher ‘fore I go
I can’t even eat I need to smoke before my breakfast
I can’t even eat I need to smoke before my breakfast
Standin’ on the block and movin’ squares like playin’ Tetris
New plug on the smoke, I’m sellin’ dope in Houston Texas

[Verse 3: Maxo Kream]
Investin’ hella stock in pot, that’s what I sell on my block
The cops is hot, like fuck a bank, put stash inside a shoebox
See trapped juggin’ off the gun ganja since the shorty doowap
My trap was slow, I wish I had the knowledge that I do now
Fuckin’ up my profit even diggin’ in my re-up
But now I stack, one day retire later, with my feet up
Benz with foreign features, and leather Italian sneakers
Until that day my youngins hunt the block like Jeepers Creepers

[Hook: Maxo Kream]
New plug on the smoke, got my youngins sellin’ dope
New plug on the smoke, got my youngins sellin’ dope
When I wake up brush my teeth, I need a blunt, I hit the sto’
Grab a box of yellow baggies and a swisher ‘fore I go
I can’t even eat, I need to smoke before my breakfast
I can’t even eat, I need to smoke before my breakfast
Standin’ on the block and movin’ squares like playin’ Tetris
New plug on the smoke, I’m sellin’ dope in Houston Texas

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck’s sake
If I did, I’d ménage with ’em and let ’em eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a set-up for a punchline on duct tape
Worried ’bout if my butt’s fake, worry ’bout y’all niggas, us straight
These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a fuck if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big bitties, big butt too
Fuck with them real niggas who don’t tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn’t test me even if their name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don’t fuck with
I don’t fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
Let it soak in like seasonin’
And tell ’em, bitches blow me, Lance Stephenson

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Verse 2: Drake]
I never fucked Nicki, cause she got a man
But when that’s over, then I’m first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the perfect time
We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
Yeah, low key or maybe high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly
I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
The NBA players fuck with you
The bad-ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you
Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck, just give me the heads-up
So I can plan for it
(Pinkprint, aye)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I never fucked Nic and that’s fucked up
If I did fuck, she’d be fucked up
Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
Cause she actin’ like she need dick in her life
That’s another story, I’m no story teller
I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I’m from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I’m stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she waved
They bet’ not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright I take cover for shade
Don’t have my money? Take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp boy, treat beef like sirloin
I’m talkin’ bout runnin’ in houses, with army guns
So think about, your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain’t thinkin’ bout your son and daughter rooms
This shit is crazy my nigga, I mean brazy, my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
Blood gang, take the B out behavior, my nigga
For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off
Nigga now you see me, nigga now you don’t
Like Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully, with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from “poor me”
To “please pour me a drink and celebrate with me”

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only