Screwed Up Trae tha Truth (Ft. Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Target practice baby, only thing is
I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, G'd up from the feet up (I got you Trae)
Ya dig, A-B-C-D-E-F
I'm a G to the end, the end of the road
But back in the kitchen, at the end of the stove
Hey, T, looks like we at the end of the O
Drop a for in a twenty ounce, and call it 24
You sit on 24's, and we sip on 24's
Got the Caddy, sitting on a pair of Gucci penny loafs
Yeah I get money, fuck with bitches that get me more
Now you know the game, same shit different hoes
Yeah we cut the ears and the tail, off Mickey Mouse
Never been a rat, never had 'em in the house
Call me Captain Kangaroo, I got money in my pouch
And I don't mean loose change, when I say money in the couch
Ya dig yeah, I'm getting paid at what I already say
Can't see these niggas, like debris on these niggas
Got a bitch named Nina, and Nina so slutty
Cause she'll do him, and every one of his buddies

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Trae Tha Truth]
We put them drinks down, and pick them tools up
And if dude tripping, we hit dude up
And you ain't shit, if you ain't never been screwed up
And you ain't shit, if you ain't never been screwed up
We drop the top down, and chunk the deuce up
These 84's'll make a hater, put his shoes up
Yeah you ain't shit, if you ain't never been screwed up
Yeah you ain't shit, if you ain't never been screwed up