Screws Loose
(Honcho)
Fuck the opps man it's my takeover
Judge tried to book me soon as she read the case over
You want me dead but ain't gon' get me gone nigga come shake some
Bitch it's damn near a oven on my Glock I'm tryna bake some
I'm tryna tell him he ain't getting it back if I take some
Put the button on it I'm on tip tryna face some
You know what's in the whip, Aubrey Graham tryna Drake some I'm not fucking with no semi-automatic I'm tryna spray some Talking choppy on the gram Leave a nigga where he dissing at
Got the load in bitch it's bricks where the kitchen at
We tryna catch a hat you C the side where we fishing at
We talking bout pape this is where you listen at
You broke as hell in a fast whip look like a bitch in that
Make it rhyme if I see that scat pack then I'm flipping that
Red or purple ain't no green why you sipping that
Bitch I see that whip out I'm quick as hell you ain't getting out
Ain't no more dissing on the gram the choppa hit his mouth
Blowed aiming for his head fucked around and hit the house
Fuck be wrong nigga you don't need no whip to run down
Still in the whip with cuz nem' spinning on the daily
I promise you I don't want to beef with us we laying like the navy You niggas better stay up in the crib this shit get crazy
It's a fully on the back of this bitch
A make a nigga lazy
He ain't getting up from this ten mil
I'm chilling don't piss me off off this ten pill
Bro caught his second hat he call himself kill bill
Don't open my shit I need my pint with the seal
Give you a bullet out the Drac and tell me how that bitch feel
You see all our screws loose and you still ain't got a drill
I'm just saying when you beefing that's some shit that get you killed
Get in that jam you better keep your lips sealed
You tell one thing give your lips ten mil
Got a lil shit to say I want all these niggas heads
I see you with your mans you know the chop come with pegs
Head taps, Doas know ain't scared to leave em dead
And that bitch talking choppy your brother died in your hands
Playing like I'm rich I drop a bag on your head
Get a crib in Miami and drop a bag on the lamb
Look how fast he freeze up with that blicky in his hand
Out of state I can't lack I need a blicky when I land
You talking hot ain't gon' be nice when I get up
I'm warning you before I take your kit put that bitch up
Get up on a nigga if he move he getting sent up
Lil two three get grimy he walk in put yo blick up
Fuck the opps man it's my takeover
Judge tried to book me soon as she read the case over
You want me dead but ain't gon' get me gone nigga come shake some
Bitch it's damn near a oven on my Glock I'm tryna bake some
I'm tryna tell him he ain't getting it back if I take some
Put the button on it I'm on tip tryna face some
You know what's in the whip, Aubrey Graham tryna Drake some I'm not fucking with no semi-automatic I'm tryna spray some Talking choppy on the gram Leave a nigga where he dissing at
Got the load in bitch it's bricks where the kitchen at
We tryna catch a hat you C the side where we fishing at
We talking bout pape this is where you listen at
You broke as hell in a fast whip look like a bitch in that
Make it rhyme if I see that scat pack then I'm flipping that
Red or purple ain't no green why you sipping that
Bitch I see that whip out I'm quick as hell you ain't getting out
Ain't no more dissing on the gram the choppa hit his mouth
Blowed aiming for his head fucked around and hit the house
Fuck be wrong nigga you don't need no whip to run down
Still in the whip with cuz nem' spinning on the daily
I promise you I don't want to beef with us we laying like the navy You niggas better stay up in the crib this shit get crazy
It's a fully on the back of this bitch
A make a nigga lazy
He ain't getting up from this ten mil
I'm chilling don't piss me off off this ten pill
Bro caught his second hat he call himself kill bill
Don't open my shit I need my pint with the seal
Give you a bullet out the Drac and tell me how that bitch feel
You see all our screws loose and you still ain't got a drill
I'm just saying when you beefing that's some shit that get you killed
Get in that jam you better keep your lips sealed
You tell one thing give your lips ten mil
Got a lil shit to say I want all these niggas heads
I see you with your mans you know the chop come with pegs
Head taps, Doas know ain't scared to leave em dead
And that bitch talking choppy your brother died in your hands
Playing like I'm rich I drop a bag on your head
Get a crib in Miami and drop a bag on the lamb
Look how fast he freeze up with that blicky in his hand
Out of state I can't lack I need a blicky when I land
You talking hot ain't gon' be nice when I get up
I'm warning you before I take your kit put that bitch up
Get up on a nigga if he move he getting sent up
Lil two three get grimy he walk in put yo blick up
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Writer(s): 23 Roddd
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