Lyrics to Loose Screw
I'm Working On Dying
(Woo, Pssh Pssh)
She let me hit it, I feel it, it's grippin', I told her don't run
Told her to get it, she catchin' the nut and she eat it like gum
You see what I'm whippin', just hop in the Benz we can go where you want
The bitches they want me to sign on they titties, I feel like I'm Kiss
These niggas' they mad, I'm making them with from the ice on my wrist
Play with your life, I'ma whip out the stick we ain't using no fists
I was just rocking X6, I put your wifey on Rick
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit em up
Man down, man down, somebody pick him up
Ask for a fade, I like how it's sitting up
Too many beans, this shit got me speeding up
All of this lean, I sleep while I'm sitting up
The shit that I'm sipping won't chase it
I really don't want your bitch she so basic
You puttin' your bitch in Old Navy, she could be whipping that brand new Mercedes
I take that lil' pussy and break it, I whip out my cock and she jerk it and taste it
She from Indiana, she pace it
She offer the sex but I only fuck faces
I beat it, I beat it Mike Jackson
She said to go fast even though she can't take it
Fuck Nigga, who the fuck you tryna play with? (Huh)
Hold on, hold on
Ten-Four, bring em' on, here I come, here I go
Original double-S E T T, what the fuck they on
Niggas' shrimp, niggas' clones, niggas' pussy, niggas' hoes
Real-life roadrunner, fuck with me and I send you up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit em up
F-N 57 gon' knock him down, pick him up
Bodybag, clean him up
Beat it up, hit it from the back with the semi tucked
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit em up
Man down, man down, somebody pick him up
Ask for a fade, I like how it's sitting up
Too many beans, this shit got me speeding up
All of this lean, I sleep while I'm sitting up
(Woo, Pssh Pssh)
She let me hit it, I feel it, it's grippin', I told her don't run
Told her to get it, she catchin' the nut and she eat it like gum
You see what I'm whippin', just hop in the Benz we can go where you want
The bitches they want me to sign on they titties, I feel like I'm Kiss
These niggas' they mad, I'm making them with from the ice on my wrist
Play with your life, I'ma whip out the stick we ain't using no fists
I was just rocking X6, I put your wifey on Rick
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit em up
Man down, man down, somebody pick him up
Ask for a fade, I like how it's sitting up
Too many beans, this shit got me speeding up
All of this lean, I sleep while I'm sitting up
The shit that I'm sipping won't chase it
I really don't want your bitch she so basic
You puttin' your bitch in Old Navy, she could be whipping that brand new Mercedes
I take that lil' pussy and break it, I whip out my cock and she jerk it and taste it
She from Indiana, she pace it
She offer the sex but I only fuck faces
I beat it, I beat it Mike Jackson
She said to go fast even though she can't take it
Fuck Nigga, who the fuck you tryna play with? (Huh)
Hold on, hold on
Ten-Four, bring em' on, here I come, here I go
Original double-S E T T, what the fuck they on
Niggas' shrimp, niggas' clones, niggas' pussy, niggas' hoes
Real-life roadrunner, fuck with me and I send you up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit em up
F-N 57 gon' knock him down, pick him up
Bodybag, clean him up
Beat it up, hit it from the back with the semi tucked
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit 'em up
Hit em up
Man down, man down, somebody pick him up
Ask for a fade, I like how it's sitting up
Too many beans, this shit got me speeding up
All of this lean, I sleep while I'm sitting up
