Blew It lyrics

[Intro: Screwly G]
(That n*gga Nate crazy, okay, bet)
Mm (Ayo, run that up, Rami)
(Ki, you cooked this?)
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Screwly G & Lil Scoom89]
Uh (Yeah)
n*gga, I make murder music (Yeah)
We killin' the n*ggas who say we opps, your dumb ass better not say we into it (Pew, pew)
Goofy n*gga thought I was lackin', stick in my jacket, he had his chance, but he blew it (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
n*ggas recordin' they opps (Pew), not shootin' they Glock, I dare a n*gga try to play stupid (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Uh, uh-huh (Pew), tired of the switch, finna slide with the Uzi (Pew, pew)
Still slidin' through the opps' block, speedin' down they block, tryna hop out and shoot me a movie (Pew, pew)
These opp n*ggas startin' to think with they di*k too much, these n*ggas be dyin' for some coochie
f*ck n*gga make me mad, they know I'll crash, left his head on the dash, should've used it
Last n*gga just got shot for di*k-ridin' my opps, told n*ggas 'bout actin' like groupies (Grrah)
Lil' bro keep catchin' kills in the field when he go on a drill like he playin' Call of Duty (Uh)
Tell them n*ggas they can f*ck with them other rappers, but them n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with Screwly (Uh-uh)
I'm the one tryna drop a bag on all my opps (Grr), catch a face, still'll jump out shootin'

[Verse 2: Lil Scoom89]
Yeah, stay dissin' me, who is dude? He a goofy (He a goofy)
Me and b*tch out in traffic, ridin' with straps, still'll come, start blickin' up coochie (Start blickin' up coochie)
How the f*ck dude my opp? Was never into it, he mad his b*tch tryna do me (His b*tch tryna do)
n*ggas be dissin' online, ain't doin' no crimes, from the 'net, be lookin' like groupies (Grr)
She not even my b*tch, just hit the line when I want her to pull up and chew me (And pull up and chew me)
Hoes be actin' like fans, said, "Put me on," ever since started f*ckin' with Screwly (Started f*ckin' with Screwly)
Totin' on a big-ass 10, you better stop playin' 'cause I'll turn this b*tch to a movie (Come here, come here)
Bad as f*ck, I was a shorty out here gettin' wild like Family Guy, I was Stewie (I was Stewie)
Yeah (Come here), bail out the car, he run, we chasin' (Grr)
We like f*ckin' with 12, bro givin' 'em hell, Shaq dog got wheel, we racin' (Skrrt)
What the f*ck happened to shorty that got caught lackin'? We pulled up on him and faced him (We pulled up and faced him)
I don't like dissin' in raps, but tell 'em get back, last shorty we caught, erased him (Grr, come here)