Oh yeah, all the fucked niggaz gotta get the fuck out the way   Know what time it is nigga, Screwed Up Click      Man, fuck that nigga   (Fuck that nigga)   Keep running your mouth   I'ma touch that nigga      Man, fuck that nigga   (Fuck that nigga)   You ain't heard about my state   We Screwed Up nigga      Will-Lean you riding   (Yeah, I'm riding)   B.G. Duke you riding   (Yeah I'm riding)      Z-Ro, you riding   (Yeah, I'm riding)   Point Blank, you riding   (Hell yeah, I'm riding)      Motherfuck you, I'll rush you, bitch, I don't trust you   Like AT&T, my guillotines reach out and touch ya   Bust ya like a head off your shoulders, then dust ya   Pluck my Desert Eagle to the bone, then crush ya      See I'm a hustler, just look at my wrist   All yellow canary diamonds, looking like piss   Yo Flip, these boys acting sour   I got money and respect, plus I'm packing power      Stacking up dollars, niggaz wanna fuck with me   If it's hood, it's all good, so tuck your heat   Even though I'm on parole, I still clutch my heat   Pick up the street sweeper, to sweep up the street      I got my serve, that ain't your mama   Smack you with the pistol and tell ya, I ain't your mama   I'm ready for drama, I sleep with the fo' pound   It ain't shit to send my free lancers to your town      Ladies, we just ain't talking 'bout you   'Cause some of these niggaz is bitches too   And you know who, no need to say no name   I'ma gas these niggaz up, like a tank of propane      They say we ain't strapped, they lied to ya   They say Flip ain't from Cloverland, they lied to ya   We got the mansion,n three kitchen, ain't lying brah   Maybach, reclining seats, 'case we get tired, brah      Man, fuck that nigga   (Fuck that nigga)   Keep running your mouth   I'ma touch that nigga      Man, fuck that nigga   (Fuck that nigga)   You ain't heard about my state   We Screwed Up nigga      Will-Lean, you riding   (Yeah, I'm riding)   B.G. Duke, you riding   (Yeah I'm riding)      Z-Ro, you riding   (Yeah, I'm riding)   Point Blank, you riding   (Hell yeah, I'm riding)      Every time I open my mouth, I'ma see talking shit   Fuck a rap nigga, I slap niggaz, it's best you keep on walking bitch   I represent the Southside of Screwston, Texas   Got my name spinning in yellow diamonds   Right up under my Rap-A-Lot necklace      But fuck some shine, brah, I'll loosen your tooth   Better get wet ya with my tech weapon and swoop in the coupe   'Cause I'm a gangsta my nigga, coming from the left side   Equipped with a pistol grip, that will open your chest wide      I'm the King of the Ghetto, I gave myself that name   Ain't nobody help me get rich, I made myself that change   Talking 'bout charging me twenty thousand dollars to spit a verse   Bitch, I'm a legend, read about me, fuck it, come and see about me      Right now I'm barring eleven niggaz and seven record labels   You can jump your narrow ass in line and straight up get strangled   Z-Ro, the Crooked, the gangsta of the Screwed Up Click   Fuck all that ear boxing, go 'head and lace ya shoes up, bitch      Man, fuck that nigga   (Fuck that nigga)   Keep running your mouth   I'ma touch that nigga      Man, fuck that nigga   (Fuck that nigga)   You ain't heard about my state   We Screwed Up nigga      Will-Lean, you riding   (Yeah, I'm riding)   B.G. Duke, you riding   (Yeah I'm riding)      Z-Ro, you riding   (Yeah, I'm riding)   Point Blank, you riding   (Hell yeah, I'm riding)      Watch your mouth now, 'cause what you say can bring death   One day you gon' say some shit a nigga can't accept   Point Blank, the Bull, a big chip off the old block   It ain't gotta be in Cloverland to be a Clover Gee block      Boy, we run this shit, Flip having fun with this shit   And you tripping, Blank, how the fuck you get a gun in this bitch?   When I see him ninety nice, Southside gon' be iight   I know I might do some time, just shoot me a kite      I write straight from the heart, so I shoot straight for the heart   If Flip said fuck T.I., then it's fuck that mark   Southsi' for li', till I flat line trick   Talk a lot of shit but I can back mine, bitch, what's up?      Man, fuck that nigga   (Fuck that nigga)   Keep running your mouth   I'ma touch that nigga      Man, fuck that nigga   (Fuck that nigga)   You ain't heard about my state   We Screwed Up nigga      Will-Lean, you riding   (Yeah, I'm riding)   B.G. Duke, you riding   (Yeah, I'm riding)      Z-Ro, you riding   (Yeah, I'm riding)   Point Blank, you riding   (Hell yeah, I'm riding)      Oh no, that nigga ain't scaring me   Look, I don't wanna hear about, your ass weighing ki's   This lil' nigga ain't a threat, you a peon nigga   'Cause in my hood, I play the corner like Deon nigga      Them niggaz only fucking with you, 'cause you pay 'em for beats   And I saw that bullshit, grill you got on your teeth   My grill cost thirty G's, my ice cost fifteen   Say you gained a lil' weight if you drank some lean      Hey, I got beef with a nigga that weigh eighty pounds   He wear my bracelet in the pool, that nigga'd probably drown   Big Oomp got my back, Pastor Troy got my back   And you know, Ludacris got my fucking back      Asking 'bout my whole team, he know I roll with G's   So why should I fear a man that bleed like me   Down in Texas, we ain't feeling you, kid   As far as record sales go, I'm killing you, bitch      Man, fuck that nigga   (Fuck that nigga)   Keep running your mouth   I'ma touch that nigga      Man, fuck that nigga   (Fuck that nigga)   You ain't heard about my state   We Screwed Up nigga      Will-Lean, you riding   (Yeah, I'm riding)   B.G. Duke, you riding   (Yeah, I'm riding)      Z-Ro, you riding   (Yeah, I'm riding)   Point Blank, you riding   (Hell yeah, I'm riding)      Nigga, now how you gon' try to charge Z-Ro   Twenty grand for a mo'fucking verse   Nigga, that shit ain't worth   A goddamn wing dinner bitch