The Screwed Up Click - Bangin' Screw lyrics

[Chorus - 2x] Banging Screw, come down banging Screw Banging Screw, hands on the wood grain a** on the tight white [H.A.W.K.] Hand on the wood grain, a** on the tight white Candy red 84's, turn on the bub lights Slowed down thug life, bout to hit the club sights Crunk night aright, I know what them girls like Ass on the tight white, hand on the wood grain Fifth wheel with bang, pop trunk then swang n***a slow in the fast lane, deuce out the roof mayn Blowing on Mary Jane, H.A.W.K. is the truth mayn Now I'm pushing big Range, doing grown man thangs Me and Keke changing lanes, still Screwed Up mayn Representing that S.U.C., for Big Steve and P-A-T T-R-A-E, and F-L-I-P [Trae] Diamonds up against the wood, crawling in the spotlight White t's creased up, and stomping in my white Nike's Drama I ain't have it, cause my click too thick We crawl 84's and dubs, while your sh** on bricks They like to call me a damn fool, when my slab be waving I'm Screwed Up Misbehave, game sharp like a razor for good Hate me and I issue slugs, ain't no mo' thinking about it You doubt it, I'll show you quicker than Percy Miller I'm bout it I'm thoed with a big body, chain and my cross When I floss I can get raw, like a nose full of salt One hunnid is what I be, and you n***as ain't seeing me S.U.C. is my family, your's truly T-R-A-E [Chorus - 2x] [Lil' Keke] We in now, got money to lend my friends now And spend now, 22's I'm in the Benz with my kin now And we ride tight white Got you mark n***as scared, like tonight Fright Night I'm bout to take flight, but I still bang Screw Original S.U.C., in a sto' near you When I'm gripping grain, like a Southside lover Young Don Screw-U, H.A.W.K. and his brother Right there, when the click was found Big slab looking good, oh we still come down When I mash off, it's a hell of a feel Looking good in that white, steady guiding the wheel yeah [Lil' Flip] Hand on the wood grain, a** on the tight white Ring like a flashlight, custom jersey white Nike's 84's candy do's, DVD remote controls You know I rep the Screwed Up Click, no matter where I go On the East on the West, I keep a eagle and a vest Desert eagle had ears, so tell your people ya dig I ride around with the heaters, and two seaters and drops I hustle on the block, until them n***as call the cops I'm glad my n***a Screw, put me on a couple tapes It's four years later, now I'm making major cake I'm Lil' Flipper for shizzle, so how you love that I'm living ghetto dreams, just like Fat Pat n***a [Chorus - 2x]