Screwball

[KL]
Yo, here we go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yall, yeah yall
That new Screw shit yall
This is what yall been worrying right? Uh-huh
This is that new Screw shit right here
[Poet]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Screwball; Poet, KL...introducing Matrix
Back up, Im bout to wage out
Im bout to pull my shit
Clit a spip out
Yall niggaz dont know nothing about
The dangerous routes
The roads I travelled, the walls, the battles, the coke
The spots, the money, the rains that fall from the top
And still survive the bust shots
Spit flames; Niggaz gettin slaughtered in flames
Shits not a game
Im flowin like a hurricane
I come through you town and let murder rain
Acid from the planes
When its time to bang I bang out
Ill leave you on the corner with your fuckin brains out
Creep up on you were you love to hang out
Like Old Dog and Kane when they pulled them thangs out
[Chorus: x2]
Walk like a gangsta; talk like a gangsta
Gats done squeezin; make em buck like a gangsta
Though cats; grillin em
Bad bitches fillin em
Thuns keep it real with em
Bitch niggas; killin them
[Matrix Bars]
We live life like niggaz who can die any day
But you forget its heaven, but we lie anyway
Smoke live ever lade, three times everyday
We spark three Scotts, my climb all day
My light in all directions, move in all ways
I travel like smoke that creep through hallways
Seep through doorways... cracks and crevices
My gage just die from lack of
How many niggaz that you know that can mop a D?
Know we dead ass wont, wont, wont, cop the pleat
But then you never met a nigga thats as cocky as me
Pull a flame, throw it out, make em drop and then freeze
Let em know I aint playing; pop one in his knee
Have his team and cops come gunning for me
Have gat men coming; have em running from me
Where them missiles come from?
From Matrix B, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[KL]
Ay yo, Im low key
What the fuck you look like tryin approach me?
Put your brains out on the ground with the debris
I rob with each, my whole click cop your squeeze
We dont get money niggas, fuck them petty thug niggas
Im that gangsta nigga; pop slugs in your wick
Im that gangsta nigga; said fuck what you did
Im that gangsta nigga your bitch wanna be with
New gel like hair grease
Just leave it on a small piece
But the pictures bigger than you
Im living from Screw, Lou!
Open the gates cuz Im sending em through
I got the semi and the Henny and a mob that smash
All you over night thug niggaz just wont last
Got enough thuns and gun thatll come and blast
We could duck on you bitch ass niggaz and keep our freedom
Murk you on the low and tell your click when we see em
Fuck yall, kiss our ass, we got cash now!
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: KL]
Yeah, yeah...you know, you know
Did about some game shit right?
Here we are again, r-right now...Srewball
Yeah, this shit aint fucking dying down yo
Fuck yall doing? Screwball right here
And we still popping off nigga, we still popping off
We aint slowing nothing down
We gone be dropping albums like mix tapes nigga
Bout to make the game hard
And next time its gone be on your motherfucking jaw
Screwball...Hyped Entertainment...let it speak nigga, yeah
One album, Screw some shit
Yall aint ready for this type of shit yet
Shot niggaz down
FUCK a major label...eat a dick
....This is that shit
[ Like A Gangsta Lyrics ]