Scarface (feat. EST Gee)

(Gangsta Grillz)

Trick or treat, grind or sleep

Goin' fed on the beat

Big B on the keys

Plain Jane on the sleeve

I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town

I'm watchin' Scarface and that's with no sound

I'm boss-

Trick or treat, grind or sleep

Goin' fed on the beat

Big B on the keys

Plain Jane on the sleeve

I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town

I'm watchin' Scarface and that's with no sound

I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk

Bruce Leroy, might Crip walk

Grab the plunger, ****, 'cause I shit talk

Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm weighin' white chalk

We tryna live life, we tryna get right

And when you get right, just keep your shit tight

They tryna block a ****, they tryna stop a ****

Your bitch switched up, she outta pocket, ****

Who can you trust though? Hey, where the love go?

Hey bitch, I'm shell shocked, I came from crack pots

I rep the have nots, yeah, I'm the mascot

Can't break my old habits, still got a stash box

Still tryna do better, still 'bout that what ever

I beat the feds, hoe, that's right I'm too clever

I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town

I'm watchin' Scarface and that's with no sound

Trick or treat, grind or sleep

Goin' fed on the beat

Big B on the keys

Plain Jane on the sleeve

I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town

I'm watchin' Scarface and that's with no sound

I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk

Bruce Leroy, might Crip walk

Grab the plunger, ****, 'cause I shit talk

Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm weighin' white chalk

Put the car in park, hop out, let stick off

They some civilian shooters, we whacked the big boss

It's still a dirty stick, I wiped the prints off

A real trap ****, I'm talkin' brick talk

I treat my dog right, I make my pit walk

Hit it, make it sit tall

Ordered up one ready, mostly hard, I left a zip soft

In case he wanna practice, whip it till it's thick as batter

Girl, as strong as Trish Stratus, I'm a fitness master

Murder business bastard, snatch a **** out his body

Doctor Gee, Miami, **** backwards

But on IG they look like they turnt up

They know not to post they whips in pics, it's gon' get burnt up

Can't blame you for bein' a bitch, yo daddy soft, look who you learned from

Trick or treat, grind or sleep

Goin' fed on the beat

Big B on the keys

Plain Jane on the sleeve

I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town

I'm watchin' Scarface and that's with no sound

I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk

Bruce Leroy, might Crip walk

Grab the plunger, ****, 'cause I shit talk

Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm weighin' white chalk