(feat. C-Note, E.S.G., Lil' Keke)



[E.S.G.:]

Here comes the Wreckshop bomb, that Big H.A.W.K. didn't refuse

Coming down on a song, I couldn't refuse

I'm with the Jam Down Don, Botany Boy boss

Put a fo' in the room, we gon break boys off

Wide body Denali, I'm riding Y2 grey

Tell the FED's I ain't scared, I'm down with the D.E.A.

E.S.G. and Big H.A.W.K., got boys under our wings

I'm about to let 'em up, Lamborgini with screens

What you mean you can't dance, to the Screwed Up Click

Make the world boom-boom, tap-tap to it

Through the do-do, man here come the pro-pro

Freestyle King, and I'm so damn throwed though

Wrist fully froze, with the princess cuts

So much ice on my piece, look like a cooled cup

Man hold up, haters in a trance

Southside crunk, pop your trunk and make it dance huh



[Lil' Keke:]

It's fa sho, we step in the do' motivated

My click iced out, prepare to be faded

My watch my wrist, my neck so crushing

We hit the dance flo', and bitches start rushing

Get your shake on, what you waiting on what you got

Do that thang, work that thang you're hot

Oh yeah you looking good, but I just might pass

Cause you ain't working hard enough, put some bounce in that ass

You want some cash, wrong nigga wrong time

Girl you way out of line, I'm for real bout mine

Now do that strut, shake that butt what

Since you walked up in the club, you been backing it up

Here we go, she back on the flo' touching her toe

The first to let her know, that I don't love no hoe

And the party don't start, right after mic check

All the people gon dance, when Screw wreck the deck what



[DJ Screw scratching]



[H.A.W.K.:]

I can make you dance, bust the seam if your pants

Make you shake it so hard, you need a ambulance

Put boys in a trance, cause the three point stance

Have you screaming like Biggie, give me one more chance

Biting mics like hands, and Paris Bueller in France

Now I'll blind you with my piece, with the slightest glance

My game is advanced, with my Screwed Up style

Make you back that ass up, like Juvenile

Crushed ice in my smile, live a lavish lifestyle

And my freestyle, makes me so versatile

On my feet crocodile, keep a low profile

And one night with me, I'll make it worth your while

I'm the golden child, call me H-A-W-K

And making money, is my authority

Year Y2K, now my stocks done grew

And we can make you dance, when you jamming Screw



[DJ Screw scratching]



[C-Note:]

Baby I can make you dance, here's your chance don't miss it

Bezeltines fancy things, pinky rings kiss it

Bentley with automatic stuff, we playa bout

We making hoes get under our wings, like Big H.A.W.K.

C-Note on top the charts, Big Shots off the heezy

I'm quick to wreck shop on them bops, like E.S.Geezy

For sheezy, man we making cash forever

My drop got the glass, with the grilling leather

However, we represent for the South

Plenty diamonds on my hand, plenty diamonds in my mouth

We pull up at Mega Meg, platinum over grey

I can make the drop dance, you can make that ass shake

Don't hate, baby girl I'ma keep it real

C-Note without his grill, like a fish with no gill

Just another platinum, from the Screwed Up Click

Me, Big H.A.W.K., and E and Ke' we dropping platinum shit



[DJ Screw scratching]