Lyricist : Jay Jenkins/Dwayne Richardson/George Stone III
Composer : Jay Jenkins/Dwayne Richardson/George Stone III
Scarface (Explicit) - Jeezy/DJ Drama/EST Gee
Lyrics by：Jay Jenkins/Dwayne Richardson/George Stone III
Composed by：Jay Jenkins/Dwayne Richardson/George Stone III
Yeah
Who put this thing together me
Yeah
That's who
Gangsta Grillz
Trick or treat grind or sleep
Goin' fed on the beat
Mick be 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
All I got in this world yeah
Is my balls and my word
And I don't break 'em for nobody yeah
Mr Thanksgiving
Trick or treat grind or sleep
Goin' fed on the beat
Mick be 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 nigga
'Cause I **** 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 **** tight
They tryna block a nigga
They tryna stop a nigga
Your ***** switched up
She outta pocket nigga
Who can you trust though
Hey where the love go
Hey ***** 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 whatever
I beat the feds h*e
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
Mick be 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 nigga
'Cause I **** talk
Ain't talkin' classrooms
I'm weighin' white chalk
Put the con 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 nigga 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 nigga out his body
Doctor Gee Miami nigga s 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 *****
Yo daddy soft
Trick or treat grind or sleep
Goin' fed on the beat
Mick be 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 nigga 'cause I **** talk
Ain't talkin' classrooms
I'm weighin' white chalk
You nigga s don't have the guts
To be what you wanna be
You need people like me
So you can point your ****ing finger
And say that's the bad guy
DJ
