Scarface Lyrics – Wiz Khalifa

Read the full Scarface lyrics by Wiz Khalifa and Chevy Woods along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Wiz Khalifa’s music, you can also explore Top Golf and Crime Bud And Women, two other songs by Wiz Khalifa.

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Smoking pressure, another pound by the dresser
God blessed us, never let the police stress us
Say I got it on, well that’s what I get dressed for
You feel like a million dollars when you get one
On my jet teaching the pilot to throw the set
Got a pound at the crib I ain’t roll up yet
Got the whole world rolling up Khalifa papers
I’ma burn this whole ounce ’til it’s nothing left
Overseas, cut the check
OG (??) respect
I look at y’all like my kids that I won’t neglect
Handle mine’s, won’t project
Reputation gon’ protect
Feel like I got one shot, no roulette
You know exactly where we smoking at
Thirty thousand feet up where the gangsters at
Once I give you the game I can’t take it back
Wanna know where I been at
Smoking weed, making racks

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Everywhere that I go, we Taylor Gang that
You ain’t on the s*it that we on, we thinking way passed
I’m with all of my day ones, we go way back
We got the kush and the O, now where the J at?
Everywhere that I go, we Taylor Gang that
You ain’t on the s*it that we on, we thinking way passed
I’m with all of my day ones, we go way back
We got the kush and the O, now where the J at?

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
I hit Baltimore for the seafood
Gotta be careful when you breeze through
Them bullets blow easy as wind

I hit her once on tour, she’ll probably never see me again
I doubled up that night and mess with her friend, it’s true
She like old fashion 75’s at dinner
I told her (??) come fu*k with a winner
It’s LA for the summer and Denver for winter
She grew up in a church but a comfortable sinner
Look, if it ain’t about the chicken I don’t pull up, nah
Everything working out like a pull up bar
I been him, n!gga, neighborhood superstar
Had the kids yelling clips, n!gga, that’s my car
They know I been had it
You know it’s simple mathematics
That coc*ine flip in the pot like acrobatics
After the show, dressing room girls gon’ wild
Ain’t worried ’bout your little flip, boy, some more bounce

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Everywhere that I go, we Taylor Gang that
You ain’t on the s*it that we on, we thinking way passed
I’m with all of my day ones, we go way back
We got the kush and the O, now where the J at?
Everywhere that I go, we Taylor Gang that
You ain’t on the s*it that we on, we thinking way passed
I’m with all of my day ones, we go way back
We got the kush and the O, now where the J at?