Murderholics Screwston (Ft. Coast & Skrilla (TX))

[Verse 1: Skrilla]
I blow three for ten, smoke in the wind
Smoke one for my niggas locked in the pen
Skrilla all about his damn dividends
My clout, my loot, my damn Benjamins
Man I pop the trunk, and might drop the top
Always leave the house with my Glock on cock
Niggas mad at Skrill cuz they block on lock
Nigga fuck the talk and I'll pop hot shots
Hoes wanna talk, they'll do ya broad
Don't even hate boy, I'll pull your card
Playa think you hard? Nigga bring yo squad
Down to Woodbrother, Woodforrest Boulevard
Hoes wanna talk they’ll do ya broad
Don’t even hate boy, I’ll pull your card
Playa think you hard? Nigga bring yo squad
Down to Woodbrother, Woodforest boulevard
I'm sipping lean, promethazine
Nigga getting green, ain't been a thing
My Byzantine still shine so clean
Hopping out of stretch limousinеs
Im sippin lean, promethazine
Nigga gеtting green, ain't been thing
My Byzantine Still shine so clean
Hoppin out of stretch limousines
Im on the scene draped in fancy cloths
Gotta leave the club with some jazzy hoe
Got some niggas coming at me swole
Pop my trunk, pull out the four-four
I know they don't think they can take me down
Hoe ass niggas never seen me clown
Catch me slip, nigga I won't bitch
I'll get your ass on the rebound