Loose Screw lyrics

[Intro]
([?] on the beat)
sh*t, f*ck
([?])
Yeah, hm

[Verse]
He was a loose screw 'til the hammer hit him
Black sticks, coffee tint, I got scammer vision
We got big money, b*tch, not no standard chicken
If I pull up on her in a 'Cat, bet I slam her in it
Amiris with the snake print patch, I pay more for these
Catch you with your babies, f*ck around and abort the team
See my bank statement, bet she have intercourse with me
Online surfin' with a punch, so of course it's free
Knuckle up the quickest way to get them lazers aimed
Bro like a sergеant, drillin' sh*t like he Major Payne
Samе b*tch I hit for free know you paid her, gang
All that spicy talk, bop stick make his flavor change
Outer space type sh*t, b*tch, I'm more than up
Double coffee cup galore, gang pourin' Mortons up
Big B22s on, put them Jordans up
You don't see me in the booth, I'm probably in a gorgeous sl*t
Bro slidin' 'round with that stick, need a caution cone
Late night lookin' for an opp, he can off it on
f*ck writin' raps, everything I say off the dome
b*tch, if you ain't blowin' dingaling then you walkin' home
b*tch, I got my n*ggas' backs, I'm a chiropractor
Super track pack in sport mode, you ain't drivin' fast
Unk poured more lines in his cup then a Bible chapter
If he knuckle up, I swear to God this his final chapter
Bro need new tires on his whip how he spinned the 'Kitty
Got the head, said I was gon' f*ck, but I spinned the kitty
Unk a juice demon in this b*tch, pourin' Tris with Remy
Told her she could have a black belt, couldn't kick it with me
You can catch your baby in the hood like a carburetor
Whole gang in this b*tch high as hell, sparkin' [?]
Hopped out the coupe drunk as hell, I'ma park it later
Never really liked the purple jeans, I'ma RTA her
In the coupe, doin' figure eights 'til I get motion sickness
Turned the trap into a chemist lab, unkie potion mixin'
Don't know how to f*ck, these n*ggas broke, you supposed to fix it
Nose runny as the f*ck, I'm always with the coldest b*tches
sh*t, f*ck, damn, pape' make the Ksubi jeans sag
sh*t, f*ck, damn, get more booty than a bean bag
sh*t, f*ck, damn, b*tch bougie with her mean ass
sh*t, f*ck, damn, did the Louis X Supreme 'lab
sh*t, f*ck, damn, haha
Yeah
I got pape', I got b*tches, n*ggas wanna hate now
Used to do the ramen noodles, hundred dollar steak now
b*tches used to mean mug, I get sloppy face now
I got seven .6s in this b*tch, 'll shoot like AI
You the type of n*gga rap about some sh*t you ain't got
b*tch, I'm Mr. Get The Neck and Mr. Make Her Say Ah
[Outro]
Haha, yeah, sh*ttyBoyz Dogsh*t Militia, that's on every song
b*tch