I’m Screwed Up Trae tha Truth (Ft. Future)

[Chorus: Future]
Tippin’ on fours (Tippin’ on fours)
Pourin’ up fours (Pourin’ up fours)
We ridin’ swingers (We ridin’ swingers)
Katrillion-dollar swagger (Katrillion-dollar swagger)
Yeah, I’m screwed up (Screwed up)
I’m screwed up (Screwed up)
I’m screwed up (Screwed up)
I’m screwed up (Screwed up)
I’m screwed up (Screwed up)
My ‘hood is in love with me – the ‘hood love me

[Verse 1: Trae The Truth]
I stay screwed up, don’t shit else count
I pull up in somethin’ you niggas can’t pronounce
All these orangutans hittin’ at somethin’ that bang
It ain’t no game, you can hear it on the side of your house
Home of the pimp, home of the fifth, pimp
Screwed-Up Clique, this’ll be the get respect back
Robert Davis shit, disrespect that
This a fact: I’ll put you in a box like Jack
Screwed-up Texas, home of two-cups
Everything purple, most are slowed up
Niggas thought it was over, now they trippin’, I showed up
Tell that bitch I’m the one, get lost or load up
Everything I rock got diamonds on it
If it ain’t 10-point you ain’t gon’ find it on it
Hoes laughed back then, now they on my dick
Shit, you ought to see the way they climbin’ on it
I’ll throw up the Ace, let her know I’m the truth
H, A-Dub and Moe, Clip D I salute
Frontline, I got this bitch, I’m a truth
I don’t fuck around with haters, I’ll fuck around and shoot
Yeah, money, great tapes, get screwed up
Hate a mechanic, I’ll never put a tool up
If I hit him with this, you ain’t gon’ get that fool up
On the way to the ‘hood, tell the homies to tool up