Screwed Up Click (S.U.C.)

Screwed Up Click (S.U.C.) - Poed Up songtekst

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(feat. Big Moe, Big Pokey, Papa Reu, Thug Dirt)


[talking:]

Oooooh, yeeeeah

Big Moe, Thug Dirt, Po-Yo, Papa Reu

(uh let's toast to this), yeeeeeah


[Big Moe:]

Everytime you see that Moe-Yo, man I'm po'd up

On 24's, so you know I showed up

See me on keep me down, I done blowed up

But I'm still the same ol' G, gotta hold up

Moe-Yo top down, when I'm sipping mayn

And wiggly-wood, what I'm gripping mayn

And my partna Thug Dirt, stays up on the lean

Bar promethazyne, is in my genes

And my kin folk Po-Yo, sipping on a potent fo'

On the low-low, knocking down bad hoes

And you know I stay, playa made my nigga

Talking down, I'll pull a trigga my nigga

Thoed young G, from the 1-2 to 3

Hes born and raised, the big bar baby

AKA, that nigga Big Moe

Knocking down bad hoes, Mo-Yo I do it slow


[Hook x2: Papa Reu]

Roll candy on that car, (po'd up)

Got about three in my cup, (po'd up)

Coedine got me messed up, (po'd up)

Ballers see wrecking my truck, (po'd up)


[Thug Dirt:]

I got a styrofoam cup, a big bag of ice

A pint of prometh', and a bitch with a dyke

She come on two wheels, I call her bar on a bike

They both fucking sucking, and we drank all we like

She say call up on the eight, I'ma call Moe tonight

Pokey on the three way, and tell Reu to catch a flight

We gon hook up at the club, man later on tonight

Rock a show bust a pint, then top it off with Sprite

We drink mud nigga, not brown but the red

Slowed down in Texas, you can call me Screw Head

You gotta feel these boys, out the Southside of Texas

We dripped up and draped out, in a bubble gum Lexus

We put drank in the cup, drank on the black

Put drank on the sweet, and the rest in the back

Take my name off the bottle man, you catch a case for that

We sipping on some sizzyrup, you gotta feel that


[Hook x2]


[Big Pokey:]

Thug Dirt I'm po'd up, I'm po'd up

Plus I drank it and I sell it, a nigga running low I need to load up

I tear the road up, sipping on this slowed up

Drinking out the styrofoam, cause it keep it cold brah

Niggaz call me stitches, cause I keep it sewed up

Got a jug fourteen, what it go fa'

Let it go brah, all night everyday

Purple kush blowing on, purple stuff po'ing homes

In the zone, talking sluggish on my phone

To a yellowbone, pulling up on a hell-a-chrome hold up

I don't drank hard, I try to drink smart

Speed behind the wheel, tripping better thank God

What good is drinking drank, if you can't nod

Bout the same as a bull, if it can't charge

Need to try to stay awake, keep your guards up

Need to try to stay awake, keep your guards up


[Hook x2]
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