Screw Done Already Warned Me

Guess who never left? But he back for the first time

Doing it like a star

Plus, it's certified by the way that I tip my car

Screw done told me, back in the gap

That half these bitches wasn't shit

So I'm banging up the block one deep

While the slab recline a kit

Let it be known that we the shit

Candy dripping and the dropper's got you under pressure

I bet you that these haters sick

They better go get they ass a stretcher

This the South, home of the chrome shoes

And the bag inside the trunk

We've been holding since '99, I could've taught you how to stunt

Haters love to see you fall off

But I just ain't gon' fall off

Them tops be on the slab

But watch how fast I knock 'em all off

Them jackers, I'm gon' haul off

In the H, we don't be joking

We gon' shine until the death

And hope our wheels don't come up broken

Lamborgini do's on the slab, only for the hood

Ghetto superstars gon' show you how it feel to be looking good

Tell me what you know about Screwed Up Click

The ones who slowed the pace

And the ones who dropped the kit

And waved the trunk all in your face

Screw done already warned me

That the S.U.C. army is 'bout to start busting like a Tommy

Stayed up in H-Town where bumper kits lay down

Terrorizing the streets like they schoolyard playgrounds

Bitches ain't shit, so I do it my way

In the 500 CL, just banging some Trae

We got some soldiers in the sky and even mo' in the penn'

So that's mo' work to do for C.M.G. and A.B.N

Threw fours on a old school 'cause slab is true

Laced it up with butter guts over midnight blue

My clique is on feet, my whole team gon' eat

And I'm strapped with black heat, it make the ride complete

In the new driver seat, always be balling

If the trunk raise up, the bumper kit start falling

A Screwed Up legend, shit, who else could it be

Than the resurrected, reborn, infamous Don Ke'?

Screw done already warned me they wanna harm me

I ain't worried about 'em messing with Trae, I got a army

Plus a line of blue and red cars

That don't know how to sit still

Neon lights get woke up every time

That they drop another fifth wheel

Better call the coroner 'cause it's finna to get reckless in Texas

Plexers ain't never been a problem, I stay strapped for the jealous

And for Screw, you know we represent for the hood

And the swanging-zone

We draped up and dripped out grey tapes we was banging on

Now them assholes done came and we ain't playing, homie

Anything less than real, we rearrange what **** hanging, homie

Matters what you banging, homie

'Cause you know the South ain't on no hating shit

We represent the clique with ice that cost enough to buy a brick

The north back to the southwest, my section gon' ride for Trae

Don't think that it's a game, run up and watch how you slide away

The gangsters love it 'cause I stay providing 'em with hits

So if you love the game

Then took the bumper kit like you the shit