Headed to the atm, laughing like I'm Pee Wee
Creep down the street off a pint gettin' sleepy
Ridin' no tint let them muthaf*ckas see me
Ain't got a deck then For The Slab on your CD
I shine like im C-3, P-O need some clean pee
Screamin' free hesh 'til we ridin' down the sixth street
Sippin' on the syrup got me throwed like a frisbee
I don't give a f*ck sip it straight like its whiskey
Told the bitch miss me
I ain't with the chatter
Go ratta tatta, brain matter splatter
Outlined in chalk gettin' served on a platter
A playa came dine slab dressed out the shower
They plottin on my downfall I'm plottin' on a million
Never trust a bitch watch them switch like chameleons
Velour on my feet from the floor to the ceiling
Put the money in my hand, man it ain't no greater feelin'
Make 'em understand
Grind by any means 'til we sippin' on the sand
You trynna be the man, without the masterplan
It ain't finna work
Gotta feel the pain, gotta it get from the dirt
Domsta - Loose Screws Lyrics
Domsta - Loose Screws Lyrics
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Headed to the atm, laughing like I'm Pee Wee
Creep down the street off a pint gettin' sleepy
Ridin' no tint let them muthaf*ckas see me
Ain't got a deck then For The Slab on your CD
I shine like im C-3, P-O need some clean pee
Screamin' free hesh 'til we ridin' down the sixth street
Sippin' on the syrup got me throwed like a frisbee
I don't give a f*ck sip it straight like its whiskey
Told the bitch miss me
I ain't with the chatter
Go ratta tatta, brain matter splatter
Outlined in chalk gettin' served on a platter
A playa came dine slab dressed out the shower
They plottin on my downfall I'm plottin' on a million
Never trust a bitch watch them switch like chameleons
Velour on my feet from the floor to the ceiling
Put the money in my hand, man it ain't no greater feelin'
Make 'em understand
Grind by any means 'til we sippin' on the sand
You trynna be the man, without the masterplan
It ain't finna work
Gotta feel the pain, gotta it get from the dirt
Creep down the street off a pint gettin' sleepy
Ridin' no tint let them muthaf*ckas see me
Ain't got a deck then For The Slab on your CD
I shine like im C-3, P-O need some clean pee
Screamin' free hesh 'til we ridin' down the sixth street
Sippin' on the syrup got me throwed like a frisbee
I don't give a f*ck sip it straight like its whiskey
Told the bitch miss me
I ain't with the chatter
Go ratta tatta, brain matter splatter
Outlined in chalk gettin' served on a platter
A playa came dine slab dressed out the shower
They plottin on my downfall I'm plottin' on a million
Never trust a bitch watch them switch like chameleons
Velour on my feet from the floor to the ceiling
Put the money in my hand, man it ain't no greater feelin'
Make 'em understand
Grind by any means 'til we sippin' on the sand
You trynna be the man, without the masterplan
It ain't finna work
Gotta feel the pain, gotta it get from the dirt
Writer: Dominick Ferranti
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