Screwed Up

[Intro]

Da, da da da, da

Da, da da da, da

[Hook]

I’ve got my seat leaned back, keep my tires looking clean

Rolling with the baddest bitches that you ever seen

Always rock my brim low, cause we rolling up the green

Getting screwed up, you know what I mean, mean, mean!

Sipping on my drink, drink, fill another cup

Then I'm rolling up the dank, dank

Twist another dutch, dutch

Shorty what you think, think we don’t give a fuck

Cause I’m always screwed, always screwed, always screwed up!

Let’s go!

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

Back on the mic with the shit I say

We popping off!

And I been going through at least a couple grams a day

Drinking up like Mazel Tov

Cause you know we gon' ball, young entrepreneur

My money long

If I start to run low, then I go back out on tour

Voila! Problem solved, no schedule

I just relax with a weed sack, while my cheese stack cause I run this shit

If I see that, then I need that

Hear me baby girl? Get on your knee caps and suck my dick

'bout to relapse from the pills I get

Blue ones, white ones, purple too

('bout to relapse from the pills I get)

And it puts me in the perfect mood!

Yeah, ooh, (oooh), now I’m feeling too good to move

Everything I’m hearing is chopped and screwed

Rolling in my Chevy when I’m cruising through

Vroom! All black, from the tires to the rims to the paint to the tints

Fire when I spit, put the flame to your bitch when I’m lighting up a spliff then I came on her tits

Shit! See, Webby is a nasty dude with a raspy voice

Cause I burn so much, but my mom still proud

Every time I come around she’s like, "that’s my boy"

Get up on the beat and the track’s destroyed

It is what it is and it is what it be

Webster is the baddest, boy!

You get me screwed up, just follow me!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

Get up on a beat like, “bitch, what’s up?”

Every single day I’m getting loose

Got a mixture in my solo cup

So loud, got a subwoofer tied to the roof

Rhymin the truth with a fine little sloot

Hitting more hoes than young Shia LaBeouf

Money on my mind, yeah, money on my mind

Trying to get some pesos on my grind for the loot

I’mma go getter, flow spitter, ho hitter

Surrounded by trees like gorillas

Webby cold to the bone, don’t shiver

Made it this far, now I’m trying to go bigger!

Andre the giant, dropping the finest

Mix tapes, but the game cannot define it

Don’t know whether or not to co-sign it

Because I’m different, fuck if y'all don’t like it!

B-B-B-B-bitch! Yeah, we’ll be head tripping!

I’m about to lose my shit, wait til them meds kick in!

I’m a Doberman Pinscher, y'all just some whack kittens

My bitches look like models, yours look like Meg Griffin

Check out my cat scan, that shit says that I’m out of my mind

I’m just a mad man, rolling up like an ounce at a time

Hitting the club and I bounce with a dime

But only show up for a drink and a song or two

And now that I’m on, all you haters are mad I'm doin what I said I was gonna do

[Hook]