Screwed Up Lyrics & Chords By Chris Webby

I've got my seat lean back, keep my tires looking clean
Rolling with the baddest bitches that you ever seen
Always rock my brain low, cause we're rolling up the green
Keeps it screwed up, you know what I mean, mean, mean, yeah!
Sipping on, I drink, drink, fill another cup
When I'm pulling up in the game, game
Twist another dutch, dutch
Shawty with your game, game, we don't give a fuck
Cause I'm always screwed, always screwed, always screwed up!
Let's go!
Back on the mic with the shit I say
We're popping on!
Feel I've been going through at least a couple grands a day
Drinking up like mazel tov
Cause you know we gonna ball, young entrepreneur
My money long
If I start to run low, then I go back out on tour
Voila! Problem solved, no [?]
I just relax where the weed's at, where my cheese stack cause I run this shit
I see that, then I need that
Hear me baby girl, get on your knee caps and suck my dick
About to relapse from the pills I get
Blue ones, white ones, purple too
(About to relapse from the pills I get)
And it puts me in the perfect mood!
Yeah, uh, (uh), now I'm feeling too good to move
Everything I'm hearing is chopped and screwed
Pulling 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 split
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!
I've got my seat lean back, keep my tires looking clean
Rolling with the baddest bitches that you ever seen
Always rock my brain low, cause we're rolling up the green
Keeps the screwed up, you know what I mean, mean, mean, yeah!
Sipping on, I drink, drink, fill another cup
When I'm pulling up in the game, game
Twist another dutch, dutch
Shawty with your game, game, we don't give a fuck
Cause I'm always screwed, always screwed, always screwed up!
Let's go!
Get up on a beat like, "bitch, what's up?"
Every single day I'm getting loose
I got a mixture with my solo cup
So loud, you got yourself tight to the roof
Rambing the truth with a fine little suit
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 loop
I'm a go get her, flow spitter, ho hitter
Surrender 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 confine it
Because I'm different, fuck if you 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 dopamine pincher, yeah, I'm just some whack [?]
My bitches look like models, yours look like Meg Griffin
Check out my cat skin, bet she says that I'm out of my mind
I'm just a mad man, rolling up like [?] at the time
Hitting the club and I bounce with the time
But only show up for a drink or a song or two
And now that I'm on you, haters
I'm mad, I'm doing what I said I was gonna do!