Scarface lyrics

by

AK Bandamont


[Intro]
Shhhhhh
Yeah
AK Bandamont, n*gga, I get bands a lot, n*gga
You know that
Shhhh
I got AR, 'K (Yup), extended, with a SCAR-H
She got a hard plate (Yeah)
Yeahhh
Uh

[Hook]
I sent a thousand at the opp's and made his car break
I took a trip to Cuba and made an M (Yeah), I feel like Scarface (I feel like Scarface)
I put phones in her name, ain't give her sh*t, she got a scarred face (Yeahh)
I was sittin' in the crib, cuttin' up soft, I took the hard way (I took the hard way)
This b*tch trippin', keep hittin' me up for ice (Shhh), she got a hard plate
I got AR, 'K, extended, with a SCAR-H (Blap, blap)
Lil girly hit you up and get you whacked, we playin' shark bait
I was finna read you a bible out Hell's Kitchen, but this part eight (We in part eight, n*gga)

[Verse]
sh*t, I did a lot of wrong
Lil girly trippin', keep tryna kill herself, she did a lot of blow
Only need a quarter-ki'? Don't hit my phone, this b*tch no Cottage Grove (No Cottage Grove)
'cause we can take 'em out-of-town and move 'em 'cross the road (Rrrrrr)
Ran through a n*gga crib and took his life, he was hardly home
I just took some white and ice and made it hard, bro this Charlie Stone
I was with my ahk', he went to kill an opp', but it was prolly bro
My fiend hit the crib beggin' for dope, he got a startling nose (Shhh)
He sniff fast and the Harley go (Ha)
I step into the party with my shirt off like Jeff Hardy go
I was whacked a n*gga off three E's with Ed Hardy's on
This white b*tch Russian, her unc' made the Red Army gone (Red Army gone)
Damn, but we don't care about 'em
Back in '016, I made a killin' off laced marijuana
Just got an MP5, I'll hold a thousand, I'll kill every problem (I'll kill everybody)
Just got a chop', it's hard to hold like a heavy toddler
I just took a b*tch to cook up 'caine, this ain't Benihana
Can you show me all the bags? Tryna get off 'cause I need every dollar
Me and brodie hit a lick on a few pounds, I had to equalize it (Brodie, split 'em up)
And I'll kill you 'bout white girl, but this ain't equalized
My lil cousin six, rollin' on sixes, he a demon child
You tryna catch up to me, but you dead, so it's gon' be a while (Shhh)
Smacked girly in her sh*t, she just like me, she made a demon smile
She started eatin' di*k, bust in her face, she made a semen smile (Haa)
Uh, brodie pulled up in a big Chevy (Vroom)
Gave 20 shots at dog and 19 hit 'em, he got a big belly
When I load the chop' with a thousand in all black, make sure the clips ready
I hit the trap with a slab and punched it up, make sure my fish' ready
I was posted in the hood, broken as sh*t, hittin' licks sweaty
I thought 'bout loadin' the Glock, snatchin' a purse, my friends wouldn't let me
I'm know for hittin' friends, I went for her's, the b*tch wouldn't let me (Haa)
I made a promise I wouldn't name-drop, but her name Lexie (Her name Lexie)
[Hook]
I sent a thousand at the opp's and made his car break
I took a trip to Cuba and made an M, I feel like Scarface (I feel like Scarface)
I put phones in her name, ain't give her sh*t, she got a scarred face (She got a scarred face)
I was sittin' in the crib, cuttin' up soft, I took the hard way (Haaaa)
This b*tch trippin', keep hittin' me up for ice, she got a hard plate (Shhhh)
I got AR, 'K, extended, with a SCAR-H (With a SCAR-H)
Lil girly hit you up and get you whacked, we playin' shark bait
I was finna read you a bible out Hell's Kitchen, but this part eight

[Outro]
We in part eight, n*gga
Use your last seven sit-downs
Just tap in, n*gga
You ain't get active
But you n*ggas be cappin'
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