(feat. Will-Lean, B.G. Duke, Point Blank) 



[Lil' Flip] 

Oh, yeah, all the fuck niggaz got to get the fuck out the way 

You know what time it is nigga, Screwed Up Click 



[Chorus: Lil' Flip] 

Man fuck dat nigga, (Fuck dat nigga) 

Runnin your mouth I'ma touch dat nigga 

Man fuck dat nigga, (Fuck dat nigga) 

If you neva heard by my state bitch screwed up nigga 

Will-Lean you ridin (Yeah I'm ridin) 

B.G. Duke you ridin (Yeah I'm ridin) 

Z-Ro you ridin (Yeah I'm ridin) 

Point Blank you ridin (Hell yeah I'm ridin) 

Let's go 



[Will-Lean] 

Motha fuck you, I rush you, bitch I don't thrush you 

Like AT&T (My abilityne) bitch I didn't touch you 

Brush ya, like your head off your shoulders getgusha 

Block my desert Eagle to the bone and crusha 

You see I'm a hustla just look at my wrist 

All yellow canary diamonds lookin like pants 

Yo Flip yo Flip, these boys actin tall 

I got money and respect plus I'm packin problems 

Stackin no dollars niggaz want to fuck wit me 

If your sweater is all good, so tuck your hid 

Even though I'm on parole I still cluntch my hid 

Because the Streetsweeper 

That sweep up the street 



[B.G. Duke] 

I got my girl that ain't your mama 

I smack you with the pistol and tell you I ain't your mama 

I'm ready for drama 

I sleep wit a four pound 

It ain't shit cause see I send my three laps to your town 

Lays, we just ain't talkin' about you 

Cause some of these niggaz is bitches too 

And you know who, no need to say no name 

Cause I'ma gas these niggaz like a tank of propane 

They say we ain't strap, they lied to ya 

They say Flippa ain't from cloverland, they lied to ya 

We got the magin three kitchen, they ain't lyin bro 

Manufacturin clinin sixcase we ain't tired bro 



[Chorus] 



[Z-Ro] 

Every time I open my mouth, I'ma see talkin' shit 

Fuck a rat nigga I slap nigga 

These bitch you keep on walkin bitch 

I represent the Southside of Screwstum Texas 

I got my name spinnin yellow down that right upon my rap a lot necklace 

Fuck some shine bro I loosened it to 

You better get rich with my tech weapon that came from coupe 

Cause I'm a gangsta my nigga comin from the left side 

If you put that nigga if your tooth in the chest fire 

I'm the king of the Ghetto I gave myself that name 

Ain't nobody here gettin' rich I make myself that change 

Talkin' about chores and two thousand dollars to spend a verse 

Bitch I'm a Legend read about me fuck it come see about me 

Right now I'm in glove eleven niggaz and seven record labels 

You can jump my neva ass line to straight up to strangle 

Z-Ro the crippa gangsta the Screwed Up Click 

Fuck all in here and I said go ahead and choose up bitch 



[Chorus] 



[Point Blank] 

Watch your mouth now 

Cause what you say could bring death 

One day you gon say some shit that a nigga can't expect 

Point Blank the bull, bitch you trip off the whole block 

You ain't gotta be a cloverland to be a cloverland G block 

Boy we run this shit, Flip havin fun wit this shit 

He trippin blood how the fuck get a gun in this bitch 

When I see him 99 Southside gon be all right 

I know I might do some time 

Just shoot me a kite 

I rap straight through the heart 

So I shoot straight for the heart 

If Flip said fuck T.I. then it's fuck dat mob 

South sid filly to a flat line trick 

Talk a lot of shit but I could beg my bitch what sup 



[Chorus] 



[Lil' Flip] 

Oh no that nigga ain't scarin me 

I don't wanna hear about your ass weighin keys 

This lil nigga ain't a threat you a peon nigga 

Cause in my hood I play the corner like Deon nigga 

The niggaz are fuckin wit you cause you pay em for beats 

And I saw the bull shit grill you got on your teeth 

My grill cost 30 G's, my ice cost 15 

Say you gain a little weight if you drank some leen 

Hey I got beef what a nigga done with 80 pounds 

He weared my bracelet in the pool that nigga probably drown 

Pitbull got my back 

Pastor Troy got my back 

And you know Ludacris got my fuckin back 

Askin about my whole team you now I role wit G's 

So why should I feel man and bleed like me 

Down in Texas we ain't killin you kid 

That's for records sells go I'm killin you bitch 



[Chorus] 



[Lil' Flip] 

Nigga how you gonna charge Z-Ro 20 gram for a motherfuckin 

[Verse] 

Nigga that shit ain't worth a god damn wing dammit bitch