Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loose Screws, artist - Fredo Bang. Date of issue: 14.01.2021
Song language: English
Loose Screws |
| Got it out the mud and I wasn’t askin' for a handout |
| Gangsta from the start, you piss me off, I knock your mans off |
| Bitch I stand on bidness when it’s pressure never ran off |
| Kept my felonies in DOC, I’ll tell you what they can’t ball |
| I bought stick after stick, I call blitz after blitz, yeah |
| Heard I dropped that bag, he call my people he won’t quit, yeah |
| Smoke up in the city, we grab dracs and make it fan out |
| Jump up in the crowd, don’t touch my chain, might knock a fan out |
| Hol' up, bitch I found my space, don’t fuck my groove up (Yeah, yeah) |
| I get to trippin' on these drugs, don’t fuck my mood up (Yeah, yeah) |
| Yah, when I hit your city put your tool up (Put your tool up) |
| Yeah, holla, who want smoke with m? |
| I’ll paint a nigga burgundy (Grr, ayy, baow, |
| baow) |
| My granny told me, «Boy, you got some loose screws» (You got some loose screws) |
| Lately, I’ve been in my bag chasing blue blues (The bag, bag) |
| Disrespect me then I let them fuckin' tool boot (Boom, baow, baow, boaw) |
| These bitches tryna figure me out, these hoes blues clues |
| My granny told me, «Boy, you got some loose screws» (You got some loose screws) |
| Lately, I’ve been in my bag chasing blue blues (The bag, bag) |
| Disrespect me then I let them fuckin' tool boot (Boom, baow, baow, boaw) |
| These bitches tryna figure me out, these hoes blues clues |
| I’ve been chillin' in this bitch, don’t make it up tonight |
| I’m with them killers say Osama you brought your cutter right |
| I see your bitch up in the crowd, I’m tryna fuck tonight, ayy |
| Say, «Lil' momma, can I squeeze it in your butt tonight?» |
| You know wearin' them lil' heels’ll get you fucked right, yeah |
| You know wearin' that lil' dress’ll get you touched right |
| I see your baby daddy lookin', don’t start a club fight |
| Wait, tell that pussy nigga, «Get his mug right», I’m out, mane |
| Comin' through the crowd, I got that bag on me (Yeah, yeah) |
| You slangin' iron, I’m slangin' iron, I keep that strap on me (Yeah, yeah) |
| I’m throwin' fours up in your city, I’m from that raggety (Yeah, yeah) |
| I fuck that lil' hoe from the back, I got her screamin, «R.I.P. |
| to Gee» (Yeah, |
| ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| My granny told me, «Boy, you got some loose screws» (You got some loose screws) |
| Lately, I’ve been in my bag chasing blue blues (The bag, bag) |
| Disrespect me then I let them fuckin' tool boot (Boom, baow, baow, boaw) |
| These bitches tryna figure me out, these hoes blues clues |
| My granny told me, «Boy, you got some loose screws» (You got some loose screws) |
| Lately, I’ve been in my bag chasing blue blues (The bag, bag) |
| Disrespect me then I let them fuckin' tool boot (Boom, baow, baow, boaw) |
| These bitches tryna figure me out, these hoes blues clues |