| Song | Screw Done Already Warned Me |
| Artist | Trae Tha Truth |
| Album | Restless |
| 作曲 : Edwards, Thompson, Whetstone | |
| [Intro:] Screw done already warned me [x4] | |
| I'm fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit [Hook: x4] | |
| Screw done already warned me, bitches ain't shit | |
| I'm fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit [Trae:] | |
| Guess who never left, but he back for the first time doing it like a star | |
| Plus it's certified, by the way that | |
| I tip my car | |
| Screw done told me back in the gap, that half these bitches wasn't shit | |
| So I'm banging up the block one deep, while the slab recline a kit | |
| Let it be known that we the shit, candy dripping and the dropper's got you under pressure | |
| I bet ya that these haters sick, they better go get they ass a stretcher | |
| This the South, home of the chrome shoes and the bang inside the trunk | |
| We been holding since '99, | |
| I coulda taught you how to stunt | |
| Haters love to see you fall off, but | |
| I just ain't gon fall off | |
| Them tops be on the slab, but watch how fast | |
| I knock 'em all off | |
| Them jackers | |
| I'm gon haul off, in the | |
| H we gon be joking | |
| We gon shining until the death, and hope our wheels don't come up broken | |
| Lamborgini do's, on the slab only for the hood | |
| Ghetto superstars gon show ya, how it feel to be looking good | |
| Tell me what ya know about | |
| Screwed Up | |
| Click, the ones who slowed the pace | |
| And the ones who dropped the kit, and waved the trunk all in your face [Hook x4] [Lil' Keke:] | |
| Screw, done already warned me | |
| That the S. | |
| U.C. army, is bout to start busting like a tommy | |
| Stayed up in | |
| H-Town, where bumper kits lay down | |
| Terrorizing the streets, like they school yard playgrounds | |
| Bitches ain't shit, so | |
| I do it my way | |
| In the 500 | |
| CL, just banging some | |
| Trae We got some soldiers in the sky, and even mo' in the | |
| Penn So that's mo' work to do, for | |
| C.M.G. and | |
| A.B.N Threw 4's on a old school, cause slab is true | |
| Laced it up with butter guts, over midnight blue | |
| My click is on feet, my whole team gon eat | |
| And I'm strapped with black heat, it make the ride complete | |
| In the new driver seat, always be balling | |
| If the trunk raise up, the bumper kit start falling | |
| A Screwed | |
| Up legend, shit who else could it be | |
| Then the resurrected reborn, infamous | |
| Don Ke' [Hook x4] [Trae] | |
| Screw done already warned me, they wanna harm me | |
| I ain't worried about em, messing with | |
| Trae I got a army | |
| Plus a line of blue and red cars, that don't know how to sit still | |
| Neon lights get woke up everytime, that they drop another 5th wheel | |
| Better call the coroner, cause it's fin to get reckless in | |
| Texas Plexers ain't never been a problem, | |
| I stay strapped for the jealous | |
| And for Screw, you know we represent for the hood and the swanging zone | |
| We draped up and dripped out, grey tapes we was banging on | |
| Now them assholes done came, and we ain't playing homie | |
| Anything less than real, we rearrange what niggaz hanging homie | |
| Matters what you banging homie, cause you know the | |
| South ain't on no hating shit | |
| We represent the click, with ice that cost enough to buy a brick | |
| The North back to the | |
| Southwest, my section gon ride for | |
| Trae Don't think that it's a game, run up and watch how you slide away | |
| The gangstas love it, cause | |
| I stay providing 'em with hits | |
| So if you love the game, that took the bumper kit like you the shit [Hook x8] |
| zuò qǔ : Edwards, Thompson, Whetstone | |
| Intro: Screw done already warned me x4 | |
| I' m fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit Hook: x4 | |
| Screw done already warned me, bitches ain' t shit | |
| I' m fin to come through, with a tilted bumper kit Trae: | |
| Guess who never left, but he back for the first time doing it like a star | |
| Plus it' s certified, by the way that | |
| I tip my car | |
| Screw done told me back in the gap, that half these bitches wasn' t shit | |
| So I' m banging up the block one deep, while the slab recline a kit | |
| Let it be known that we the shit, candy dripping and the dropper' s got you under pressure | |
| I bet ya that these haters sick, they better go get they ass a stretcher | |
| This the South, home of the chrome shoes and the bang inside the trunk | |
| We been holding since ' 99, | |
| I coulda taught you how to stunt | |
| Haters love to see you fall off, but | |
| I just ain' t gon fall off | |
| Them tops be on the slab, but watch how fast | |
| I knock ' em all off | |
| Them jackers | |
| I' m gon haul off, in the | |
| H we gon be joking | |
| We gon shining until the death, and hope our wheels don' t come up broken | |
| Lamborgini do' s, on the slab only for the hood | |
| Ghetto superstars gon show ya, how it feel to be looking good | |
| Tell me what ya know about | |
| Screwed Up | |
| Click, the ones who slowed the pace | |
| And the ones who dropped the kit, and waved the trunk all in your face Hook x4 Lil' Keke: | |
| Screw, done already warned me | |
| That the S. | |
| U. C. army, is bout to start busting like a tommy | |
| Stayed up in | |
| HTown, where bumper kits lay down | |
| Terrorizing the streets, like they school yard playgrounds | |
| Bitches ain' t shit, so | |
| I do it my way | |
| In the 500 | |
| CL, just banging some | |
| Trae We got some soldiers in the sky, and even mo' in the | |
| Penn So that' s mo' work to do, for | |
| C. M. G. and | |
| A. B. N Threw 4' s on a old school, cause slab is true | |
| Laced it up with butter guts, over midnight blue | |
| My click is on feet, my whole team gon eat | |
| And I' m strapped with black heat, it make the ride complete | |
| In the new driver seat, always be balling | |
| If the trunk raise up, the bumper kit start falling | |
| A Screwed | |
| Up legend, shit who else could it be | |
| Then the resurrected reborn, infamous | |
| Don Ke' Hook x4 Trae | |
| Screw done already warned me, they wanna harm me | |
| I ain' t worried about em, messing with | |
| Trae I got a army | |
| Plus a line of blue and red cars, that don' t know how to sit still | |
| Neon lights get woke up everytime, that they drop another 5th wheel | |
| Better call the coroner, cause it' s fin to get reckless in | |
| Texas Plexers ain' t never been a problem, | |
| I stay strapped for the jealous | |
| And for Screw, you know we represent for the hood and the swanging zone | |
| We draped up and dripped out, grey tapes we was banging on | |
| Now them assholes done came, and we ain' t playing homie | |
| Anything less than real, we rearrange what niggaz hanging homie | |
| Matters what you banging homie, cause you know the | |
| South ain' t on no hating shit | |
| We represent the click, with ice that cost enough to buy a brick | |
| The North back to the | |
| Southwest, my section gon ride for | |
| Trae Don' t think that it' s a game, run up and watch how you slide away | |
| The gangstas love it, cause | |
| I stay providing ' em with hits | |
| So if you love the game, that took the bumper kit like you the shit Hook x8 |