Scarface Nigga

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano] I speed in the whip, huggin the road 15 in the clip, one in the hole You ex-posed when it's a code Miniature chromes shimmering is it gold? My bitch skin got a cinnamon tone The lyrics I wrote they showing unlimited growth Deliver the coke, any nigga try to approach Gettin a hole like Gilligan boat Dance on the edge, put a couple grand on your head Keep a rubber band for the bread Bundles are tossed, out the sun roof of the Porsche Thought that I was humble too a fault I'm from the jungles of New York, Mr. wonderful I'm like Paul Orndorff Ima warlord my Benz got four doors Nozzle on the pump shotty got sawed off So when is time for the drama The lime and revolver and not the nine Llama That I keep in the lining of my parka To spark ya for conspiring my departure It's such a beautiful death Ima righty but could shoot with the left, pursue the Tec you disputing the debt Is either that or you could use a Gillette, uh Sharp like a suit and a vest, c'mon, c'mon [Chorus: Roc Marciano] Scarface, nigga Thousand dollar suits and boots Bulletproof coupes Got a lot of juice, sippin that grey goose But still put one in your grapefruit Oop, it's all about the loot Niggas'll hop up out the hoop and then shoot Uh, and then shoot, Scarface [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Yo, what I scribble in the pad is magic Flesh is tatted, lessons are added To the tablet, in Arabic, my narrative Smoother than Pistol Pete Maravich You just an embarrassment to rap and for that You deserve a javelin in the back Bum ass niggas know the business My glow won't diminish, not a bit-it My flow hard to mimic like Yiddish Still one of the best spitters, admit it Sex symbol, I'm like what Brad Pitt is, to bitches Songs play out like motion pictures I'm making a movie out here OG I feel like Big Tookie out here I'm the dookie out here, you boonie out here Smoked out looking like Pookie out here, yeah White gold flooded Virgin Mary Mercenary, burnin' airy , turn a canary Dirty Harry swerving' in the Caddy Servin' that Marion Barry to Cat Daddy Bally on, my bitches is stallions Black medallions similar to caviar To carry arms in the tarry car My Vachara, got more karats/carrots than a salad bar [Chorus: Roc Marciano] Scarface, nigga Thousand dollar suits and boots Bulletproof coupes Got a lot of juice, sippin that grey goose But still put one in your grapefruit Oop, it's all about the loot Niggas'll hop up out the hoop and then shoot Uh, and then shoot, Scarface