Screwball Communications lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Just got off the jack with my son that's up north
Tellin' me he's comin' home, and how he's gettin' off
'Cuz his game was weak, killed two months, he's back in the streets
With new plans, to expand, to jerk his mans man

We had the ultimate stick up, drop, on the brick pick up
But yo, he can't, 'cuz he's still locked up
Jump back on the horn 'cuz his vibe was strong
Contacted the kid and told him let's be gone

I talked to Poet first, yo son, I got a mishshon
Grab the ammunnishshon, pump up your pythons
I know a spot where niggas gettin' it, and we can flip on

Son, they frustrate me, 'cuz these niggas pump with no heat
They play the night time sweet, like they can't get beat
I got their address, to where they rest and stash their shit
Yo, I peeped it out, how we can creep, yo, yo, yo

These niggas stay sleep
Makin' sales, smokin' out, and they all get geeked
Let's catch 'em zoning, brain under, high and headed home
And when they least expect it, let's put the gat to his dome

He stuck the key in the door, we [unverified] four-four
We pushed our way in, we wasn't playin'
Ready to spray 'em, tied him down to the A.M.
Now we layin', for a beamer, and some bitch named Fatima

Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state
Down on digits, on the Isle with son we can't be late
We got moves to make, flood the whole New York state
Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate

Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state
Down on digits on the Isle with son we can't be late
We got moves to make, flood the whole New York state
Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate

Now, we travel with the [unverified] Crills Rock [unverified]

P, Noyd, Onslaught on the hottest road with a car load'a shit
Isolated on ya whip, on the south I-95, lightin' off and more drive
[Unverified] Diggy with the seats sung [unverified]
Half a pie in the trunk with the music blastin'

Clouds of smoke, yo this life's no joke
We from QB son, we ain't tryin' to be broke
We makin' moves to where the money's at
Get it up and bring it back

New cats, the boogie OT knew how to work it
Get the money, couldn't keep it 'cuz they jerked it
Bad habits, livin' lavish, rockin' front and cabbage
Tyrin' to follow the leader, but Paul paid for Peter

The dirty south ain't the place to sign, son keep ya heat up
I'm from NY, city slicker, beat'choo with the G quicker
Business, so, well I'll have your towns clientèle
Kyron, but me on through the cell, my OT

Get that brick money son, I'll meet you back in QB
See, we flee off, know how to gee off, know how to eat off
Know how to make moves, so, we can keep the heat off

See, we prefer to skate, to get this food on our plate
And keep our name low key on this New York state
You know how [unverified] rule [unverified] quiet is kept
Let's get this money fool

Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state
Down on digits, on the Isle with son we can't be late
We got moves to make, flood the whole New York state
Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate

Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state
Down on digits on the Isle with son we can't be late
We got moves to make, flood the whole New York state
Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate