Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Screw Y'all, artist - Styles P.
Date of issue: 15.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Screw Y'all |
Hatin niggas thinkin they airing me |
Motherfuckers is not scarin me |
Nigga you’re not hearing me |
Nigga you never heard of me |
Won’t be the first cocksucker that wanna murder me |
Whip engineer down in Germany |
Outside’s green but the inside’s burgundy |
Life ain’t promised but nigga death is a certainty |
Bubbling and struggling, yea like the purp with me |
And get faded, no hair cut |
Elevators broke them niggas and take the stairs up |
I’m real, you ain’t nigga so don’t compare us |
You the type of nigga I tears up |
Just like a tissue |
So killing you ain’t no issue |
Get stripes in the whistle and you still ain’t official |
So screw y’all, I never knew y’all |
Your clique be like yellow lights, I’m runnin through y’all |
Screw y’all, I never knew y’all |
Y’all ribbon at the end of the race, I’m runnin through y’all |
So screw y’all, I never knew y’all |
Your clique be like yellow lights, I’m runnin through y’all |
Screw y’all, I never knew y’all |
Y’all ribbon at the end of the race, I’m runnin through y’all |
Dance with the devil, I bet you you’ll pay the price |
Couple niggas die and a couple will get life |
Couple niggas change when they get to see the light |
Couple get a second chance and do the same shit twice |
Doing wrong shit, but I can do it right |
That’s the life, you don’t know what I could welcome you tonight |
Get a light, sit back, nigga welcome to the flights |
Where the G’s fly high, these ride by and you try to bring em low |
Me, I’m getting singin' dope out of Singapore |
You don’t like that? |
Nigga middle finger though |
These niggas won’t match but I bet you they clingers do |
Yap to yo face but the battle swingin low |
These first teeth next, you don’t want beef yet |
Getting money nigga so I don’t make cheap threats |
The tray pound is the big three and you ain’t see the Heat yet |
So screw y’all, I never knew y’all |
Your clique be like yellow lights, I’m runnin through y’all |
Screw y’all, I never knew y’all |
Y’all ribbon at the end of the race, I’m runnin through y’all |
So screw y’all, I never knew y’all |
Your clique be like yellow lights, I’m runnin through y’all |
Screw y’all, I never knew y’all |
Y’all ribbon at the end of the race, I’m runnin through y’all |
They say half the world sick in the brain |
Takin flicks of a man getting hit by a train |
No way, too many people that are rich will complain |
While the homeless sing in the rain, living off change |
Other countries claim that heroes suicidal |
Over here it’s strange, fake killas become idols |
Don’t believe in gangsta? |
Let’s swear on the bible |
Keep the enemy close, now yo best friend yo rival |
Tryna be honest in a land full of crooks |
Whatever you G you’re right so go hand you the book |
Mom cryin up in court while you can’t even look |
Can’t compare to the moms and the kids of Sandy Hook |
And who’s written and I wanna know who wrote it |
This is the rat race, now we all nothing but rollers |
Tryna find the snakes of the grass, I gotta smoke it |
Now lookin' for the drama, but still waitin' for my moment |
So screw y’all, I never knew y’all |
Your clique be like yellow lights, I’m runnin through y’all |
Screw y’all, I never knew y’all |
Y’all ribbon at the end of the race, I’m runnin through y’all |
So screw y’all, I never knew y’all |
Your clique be like yellow lights, I’m runnin through y’all |
Screw y’all, I never knew y’all |
Y’all ribbon at the end of the race, I’m runnin through y’all |
Stop fooling with these folks who haven’t been through anything |
You are not going to get a flow from people who have not been crushed |
The real flow of glory will always come from somebody who’s been crushed |
There will be a flow from out of him like you have never seen before |
It’s beyond anything you have ever seen before |
Somebody shout, let it flow |