Scarface lyrics

[Intro]
(808 Mafia)
(ATL Jacob)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm in London with my slatts
I ain't see this comin' when I was out there movin' packs
I was down bad on my ass, n*gga, that's a fact
Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back
I'm Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap
f*ck n*gga, shut your trap, 'fore we put you on the map
I'm up in Reno, at a casino, tryna stack all of these racks
Life's a race, we first place, all them opps, we overlapped

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I OD 'fore I relapse
International Gunna, I been all across the map
She love my persona, ain't no cap in none of my raps
I'm in London, and these b*tches lookin' at me like I'm the snack
Slatt, slatt, all I yell is "Slatt"
We smokin' all these cookies, go order another batch
Thеse lil' pussies some rookiеs, ain't nobody can match
Don't throw no money in Tootsie's, I don't know how to act
We wantin' a rematch, my slime ain't givin' it back
You play, we gonna attack, it's best for you to relax
If Thugger give me the word, man, I swear you gonna get wacked
I'm shootin' like Julius Erving, you know your sh*t get splat
Splat, splat, know your sh*t get splat
Free my brother in prison, I just bought him another Jag'
We argue twenty-four hours, ain't no need for you to be mad
It's rainin' bullets like shower, ain't no goin' outside
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm in London with my slatts
I ain't see this comin' when I was out there movin' packs
I was down bad on my ass, n*gga, that's a fact
Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back
I'm Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap
f*ck n*gga, shut your trap, 'fore we put you on the map
I'm up in Reno, at a casino, tryna stack all of these racks
Life's a race, we first place, all them opps we overlapped

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, cash never runnin' out, time to bring the tommies out
Pills make my tummy shout, used to sell them by the playground
I ain't with the f*ck around, baby, I don't f*ck around
.50 Cal hit his brow, I let off a couple rounds
"Look at Me Now," like Chris Brown, sold-out shows, jump in the crowd
Love my girl, she hold me down, I love my forty, it be holdin' me down
Percocet, it controllin' me now, I take a couple of thirties, then wild
Do it 'cause my dad was wild, far from a pastor child
Rockin' the Owens, yeah, that was Rick, you see all this sh*t I did
Not just 'cause I imagined it, actually worked for it
Now I'm up in London, yeah, chillin' on the Forbes
Pills in my stomach, yeah
Ain't no lil' boy, I ain't scared of nothin'
So, I'm at your head like concussion
Me and Gunna finna wet up the function
Smoke a n*gga like a pack of Runtz
Percocets got me like a zombie, I need a Pack-a-Punch
Uh, watch me roadrun, leavin' these n*ggas in the dust
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm in London with my slatts
I ain't see this comin' when I was out there movin' packs
I was down bad on my ass, n*gga, that's a fact
Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back
I'm Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap
f*ck n*gga, shut your trap, 'fore we put you on the map
I'm up in Reno, at a casino, tryna stack all of these racks
Life's a race, we first place, all them opps we overlapped