Big Hawk - I'd Rather Bang Screw lyrics

[Intro: Big Hawk] H.A.dub.K, hater proof Kyle Lee, Robert Earl Davis This is for you baby Know what I'm saying [Verse 1: Big Hawk] In the turning lane, six CD change Trunk full of bang like change then I swang Smoking Mary Jane as I grip wood grain It's kinda hard to explain why I'm so off the chain Still banging screw, riding candy blue I don't gang bang so I ride red too Ever since 92 I've been screwed up Syrup in my cup and that strawberry crush Sitting on buck or sitting on grey D to the A it's the H.A.dub.K Still to this day I'm still screw head Even though screw dead I'm still doing what he said Repping S.U.C repping P.A.T Repping Mafio and Gata of patn' me What screw did for me, was real as can be That's why the whole world must know it's legacy [Chorus: ] I'd rather bang screw while I'm on the block riding through my hood Grey tape in the deck, while I'm sipping drank and smoking good I'm talking bout that Pat and that S.U.C coming out my trunk Or maybe E.S.G while I swang and bang to the ocean of funk I'd rather bang screeew, yeee, know wha I'm saying Said, I'd rather bang my screeeew, know wha im sayin x2 [Verse 2: Big Cease] It gotta be slow down if it gone bang in my ride I was raised in the tex and I rep it with pride Grey tape in the deck of the slab at all times RIP to the legend, true king of the south Who would of thought back in 92 The whole world dripping candy and jamming Screw I'm sure he knew it cause he started the movement Slowing down the music now it's all eyes on Houston Pistol trolls sliding all the way slow While I'm buried over gold, while I'm sipping on a 4 Peep the crops fader, make the beat studder RIP to H.A.dub.K's brother That's the Fat P, haters won't like me When they see the DVD with Big Hawk and Kyle Lee Big Cease I represent hater proof And I done heard it all before but I'd rather bang screw [Chorus: ] [Verse 3: Kyle Lee] I'ma screw head till I D.I.E And I got ghetto dreams like P.A.T Do you remember, creeping in my window Month of September, riding foreign car in the winter Throwed then a b**h, as the wood wheel twist Diamonds on my fist, I'm leaning on a switch Tipping on 4's, got candy on my doors Diesel on my chest, banks on my toes Don't approach hoes, real players get chose Cla**y L Vogues on my wide body loads June 27th, whose next to plex I'm a south side player from Screwston, Tex Sitting sideways with the H.A.dub.K On the highway blowing blueberry haze Screw in the deck while I hogg the lane Slow mo music is all I bang [Chorus: ]