[Intro: Screwly G]
(That nigga Nate crazy, okay, bet)
Mm (Ayo, run that up, Rami)
(Ki, you cooked this?)
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1: Screwly G & Lil Scoom89]
Uh (Yeah)
Nigga, I make murder music (Yeah)
We killin' the niggas who say we opps, your dumb ass better not say we into it (Pew, pew)
Goofy nigga thought I was lackin', stick in my jacket, he had his chance, but he blew it (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Niggas recordin' they opps (Pew), not shootin' they Glock, I dare a nigga try to play stupid (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Uh, uh-huh (Pew), tired of the switch, finna slide with the Uzi (Pew, pew)
Still slidin' through the opps' block, speedin' down they block, tryna hop out and shoot me a movie (Pew, pew)
These opp niggas startin' to think with they dick too much, these niggas be dyin' for some coochie
Fuck nigga make me mad, they know I'll crash, left his head on the dash, should've used it
Last nigga just got shot for dick-ridin' my opps, told niggas 'bout actin' like groupies (Grrah)
Lil' bro keep catchin' kills in the field when he go on a drill like he playin' Call of Duty (Uh)
Tell them niggas they can fuck with them other rappers, but them niggas ain't fuckin' with Screwly (Uh-uh)
I'm the one tryna drop a bag on all my opps (Grr), catch a face, still'll jump out shootin'
[Verse 2: Lil Scoom89]
Yeah, stay dissin' me, who is dude? He a goofy (He a goofy)
Me and bitch out in traffic, ridin' with straps, still'll come, start blickin' up coochie (Start blickin' up coochie)
How the fuck dude my opp? Was never into it, he mad his bitch tryna do me (His bitch tryna do)
Niggas be dissin' online, ain't doin' no crimes, from the 'net, be lookin' like groupies (Grr)
She not even my bitch, just hit the line when I want her to pull up and chew me (And pull up and chew me)
Hoes be actin' like fans, said, "Put me on," ever since started fuckin' with Screwly (Started fuckin' with Screwly)
Totin' on a big-ass 10, you better stop playin' 'cause I'll turn this bitch to a movie (Come here, come here)
Bad as fuck, I was a shorty out here gettin' wild like Family Guy, I was Stewie (I was Stewie)
Yeah (Come here), bail out the car, he run, we chasin' (Grr)
We like fuckin' with 12, bro givin' 'em hell, Shaq dog got wheel, we racin' (Skrrt)
What the fuck happened to shorty that got caught lackin'? We pulled up on him and faced him (We pulled up and faced him)
I don't like dissin' in raps, but tell 'em get back, last shorty we caught, erased him (Grr, come here)
(That nigga Nate crazy, okay, bet)
Mm (Ayo, run that up, Rami)
(Ki, you cooked this?)
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1: Screwly G & Lil Scoom89]
Uh (Yeah)
Nigga, I make murder music (Yeah)
We killin' the niggas who say we opps, your dumb ass better not say we into it (Pew, pew)
Goofy nigga thought I was lackin', stick in my jacket, he had his chance, but he blew it (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Niggas recordin' they opps (Pew), not shootin' they Glock, I dare a nigga try to play stupid (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Uh, uh-huh (Pew), tired of the switch, finna slide with the Uzi (Pew, pew)
Still slidin' through the opps' block, speedin' down they block, tryna hop out and shoot me a movie (Pew, pew)
These opp niggas startin' to think with they dick too much, these niggas be dyin' for some coochie
Fuck nigga make me mad, they know I'll crash, left his head on the dash, should've used it
Last nigga just got shot for dick-ridin' my opps, told niggas 'bout actin' like groupies (Grrah)
Lil' bro keep catchin' kills in the field when he go on a drill like he playin' Call of Duty (Uh)
Tell them niggas they can fuck with them other rappers, but them niggas ain't fuckin' with Screwly (Uh-uh)
I'm the one tryna drop a bag on all my opps (Grr), catch a face, still'll jump out shootin'
[Verse 2: Lil Scoom89]
Yeah, stay dissin' me, who is dude? He a goofy (He a goofy)
Me and bitch out in traffic, ridin' with straps, still'll come, start blickin' up coochie (Start blickin' up coochie)
How the fuck dude my opp? Was never into it, he mad his bitch tryna do me (His bitch tryna do)
Niggas be dissin' online, ain't doin' no crimes, from the 'net, be lookin' like groupies (Grr)
She not even my bitch, just hit the line when I want her to pull up and chew me (And pull up and chew me)
Hoes be actin' like fans, said, "Put me on," ever since started fuckin' with Screwly (Started fuckin' with Screwly)
Totin' on a big-ass 10, you better stop playin' 'cause I'll turn this bitch to a movie (Come here, come here)
Bad as fuck, I was a shorty out here gettin' wild like Family Guy, I was Stewie (I was Stewie)
Yeah (Come here), bail out the car, he run, we chasin' (Grr)
We like fuckin' with 12, bro givin' 'em hell, Shaq dog got wheel, we racin' (Skrrt)
What the fuck happened to shorty that got caught lackin'? We pulled up on him and faced him (We pulled up and faced him)
I don't like dissin' in raps, but tell 'em get back, last shorty we caught, erased him (Grr, come here)
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