Watch 'em Go ft. Bubba Chucc Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah)

(Alligator soul with a heart made of steel)

(Mic check) (yeah, yeah)

(One, two, two, two...)

Watch, how a nobody, Piney Woods nigga go from contemplatin' suicide

Fast lane, do or die

Crooked smoke, can't see his eyes

Burnin' like Paul Walker died

Inside, outside, slide out, solo ride

Aye, let's be for real

How many real niggas in the building?

Who the fuck tryin' to stack their paper to the ceiling?

Hope that I, Crooked I, stay alive to see my kids turn at least 25

God willing

Y'all feel 'em?

I don't give a fuck if you don't

Wanna kill 'em?

Any nigga say yes, bet you won't

Get stomped out nigga, real quick

Any time, any day, give a fuck if it's Friday

You better bring more than a brick, nigga

Fuckin' with that IT nigga

Hot head, pot head

Means I stay lit nigga

Either I am God or I'm just God-like

Like, goddamn

Crook Damn, bitch, get it right

Gettin' ugly in this motherfucker

Bubba C, let's put some spark in these niggas

Yeah, yeah it's gettin' ugly

(Yeah yeah) Yeah yeah (Yeah yeah) Yeah yeah

Goddamn it's gettin' ugly

(Aye, who the fuck is...)

Crook damn, bitch I'm in this hoe

And once again, like I've said way too many motherfuckin' times before

Fuck a op, fuck a cop, bitch they my foe

One year in this bitch but I swear I'm on a roll

Make your hoe blow my dice

Heart way too cold, nigga froze like way way past fuckin' ice

I'm nothin' to play with 'cause I'm opposite of nice

Your bitch call me Jesus, nah, psych! Jesus Christ!

Now I'm stuck off in your bitches head nigga, call me lice

I fry these niggas like chicken, goddamn where's the rice?

I mean, they are mini men to me, rats no mice

50 cents is all I got on me, come on G's follow me, right to the balcony

Loose Screws

Loose Screws

Loose Screws

Loose Screws

Loose Screws

Loose Screws motherfucker, yeah the Don in this bitch

Don't even have to play, I done won in this bitch

You don't even have to count, I'm the one, don't forget

Shine like the sun

Mind like a gun

Loaded with more rounds of spit

Move pounds in bricks

Flow sound legit

Don't hound a bitch

I just drown in chips

Cruise through town with the top down with a crown and spliffs

Stand on the mound and pitch

You strike out 'cause you're counterfeit

My tolerance for toddler shit

A negative ten, don't let the negative in

Tryin' to win, get them presidents in

You need competitive win

Thinkin' you can win against competitive men

I get the lettuce and my beverage

Let it begin

Did I mention I'm from Texas?

G-shit embedded within

Steady climbin' up, usin' my limbs

Abusing my wins

Won't sink 'cause I swim

Shine bright when the light up here's dim

Above the rim like Bernie and Tupac

A mag with two glocks

Need a sack with two shots

Move back, my mood hot

Tool cocked, you'll drop

Faster than than a stretched out tube sock

So cool when you not

So cold when I'm hot

Throw stones like hopscotch

And watch how you flop

Strong arm like Doc Oc

All the way to the way to the tip top

You wanna switch spots?

Well, I got six shots