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Yeah Who put this thing together? Me Yeah That's who, me (Gangsta Grillz) Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' fed on the beat Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleeve I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound 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 Jain 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 shit-talk Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm wearin' white chalk We try and live life, we try and get right SongtexteAnd when you get right, just keep your shit tight They try and block a nigga, they try and stop a nigga Your bitch switched up, she out of pocket, nigga Who can you trust though? Hey, where the love, go? Hey, bitch, I'm shellshocked, I came from crackpots 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, ho', 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 Jain 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 shit-talk Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm wearin' white chalk Put the car in park, hop out, let stick off They some civilian shooters, we whack the big boss He steal a dirty stick, I wipe the prints off A real trap nigga, I'm talkin' brick talk I train my dawg right, I make my pit walk Hit it, make it sit, talk, ordered up, weren't ready Mostly hard, I left a zip soft In case he wanna practice, whip it 'til it's thick as batter Girl as strong as Trish Stratus, I'ma flip this master Murder, business, bastards, snatch a nigga out his body Doctor G, Miami, niggas backwards But on IG, they look like they turnt up They know not to post they whips in pics, it's gon' get burned up Can't blame you for bein' a bitch, your daddy soft, but you can learn from 'em Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' fed on the beat Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain 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 shit-talk Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm wearin' white chalk You niggas don't have the guts to be what you wanna be You need people like me So you can point your fuckin' finger and say "That's the bad guy" DJ— Aus Songtexte Mania