SPEC (Deluxe)

osun

you dont know my name

Talent Pt 2

School k pt 2 w che (onevictim)

Hako prod (onevictim)

Blue Strips w Glofromda4

Aunt Jemima ft. che

Her Or Him (mudd & woozy)

Vid coming soon
(sharkboy)

Hey
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn

Aye
My young nigga came in with a K
Fuck nigga shoot at ya face
I'm making bread like chase
Hoes see me they wanna chase
They wasn't there when I ain't have chase
Now they all in my face
B simon on my waist
Hope a nigga don't snatch my chain

You gon die if you snatch this, chain
Scat-Pack ridin away
Please stay in your, lane
Niggas they follow the wave
(Niggas they follow the wave)
Baby I cannot, stay
Catch me a flight in the A
I'm making bread and I get, payed
And you mad cause you ain't

My young nigga came in with a K
Fuck nigga shoot at ya face
I'm making bread like chase
Hoes see me they wanna chase
They wasn't there when I ain't have chase
Now they all in my face
B simon on my waist
Hope a nigga don't snatch my chain

Aye
My young nigga came in with a K
Fuck nigga shoot at ya face
I'm making bread like chase
Hoes see me they wanna chase
They wasn't there when I ain't have chase
Now they all in my face
B simon on my waist
Hope a nigga don't snatch my chain

Uh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Uh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Uh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Uh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Chase

(olly)
What?
Boom, shit
What, shit (Gla-gla-boom)

This hoe love to gossip
I be on some mob shit
Walk in I be cautious
Smoke in through my eyelids
This hoe need to stop it
I get hella options
I got six concoctions
You need to be careful
What, shit
Yo shit suck it's terrible
Bitch I'm uncomparable
My niggas they tear you up

She keep talking what the fuck
I went uppy uppy up
Now she trynna suck me up
Walk in this shit we might shoot you down
Big ass sticks like Kim Jung un
These niggas be ass so fu
She wanna eat me up tofu
She wanna suck me up like soup
My shooter don't aim he shoot
Riding in a Bentley coupe
Boom, shit
What, shit (Gla-gla-boom)

This hoe love to gossip
I be on some mob shit
Walk in I be cautious
Smoke in through my eyelids

This hoe love to gossip
I be on some mob shit
Walk in I be cautious

This hoe need to stop it
I get hella options
I got six concoctions
You need to be careful
What, shit
Yo shit suck it's terrible
Bitch I'm uncomparable
My niggas they tear you up

Shit what shit
What, shit, what, shit
What, shit, what, shit
What

Forest Gump

(Prod by Aymix x Manna)
I don't think they really hear the sound
Maybe it's a way to make it out, yea
Baby its a way to make it out
I need all my money right now
I know shit get dark but it sunny right now
You just keep on lying you be fronting right now
I can't get attached no I can't trust you right now
You just want my money trying to run my pockets out
I hit harder then some shit that hit the glass
I hit harder then some shit that hit the glass

(Yea)

Baby it's a way to make it out
(Yea)
Baby it's a way to make it out

I need all my money right now
I know shit get dark but it sunny right now
You just keep on lying you be fronting right now
I can't get attached no I can't trust you right now
You just want my money trying to run my pockets out

Girl what?
What you want, you just want love
But it's cool shawty above
She said she want love and hugs
But it's cool you gon be fine
Let's have some drinks baby feel the vibe
You drive me crazy you run my mind
When I'm with you need no drugs I'm high
You are my high I need you
Just say the word and we go
These girls they want to be you
But they can't change my mind, they can't take my time from you baby
You know you driving me crazy
Put you in a brand new Mercedes
We stand like crack in the 80's
She so bad I might give her a baby

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yea)

(Yea)

I don't think they really hear the sound
Maybe it's a way to make it out, yea
Baby its a way to make it out
I need all my money right now
I know shit get dark but it sunny right now
You just keep on lying you be fronting right now
I can't get attached no I can't trust you right now
You just want my money trying to run my pockets out

(Yea)

(I hit harder then some shit that hit the glass)

Make It Out ft mig

I be outside until them bows come in
And she broke up with me, she don't know I'm with her friend
We get hella cheese we get hella lotta bands

(hella lotta bands)

I might switch it up
One bitch ain't enough
I don't need no love
I don't need no hugs
Pull up to the spot
I'm like bitch wassup

And she broke up with me she don't know I'm with her friend
We get hella cheese we get hella lotta bands

(hella lotta bands)

I might switch it up

(one bitch ain't enough)

I don't need no love
I don't need no hugs
Pull up to the spot

I don't need no love
I don't need no hugs

I might need them bows need another one
I cant trust these hoes they wanna set me up
She think I don't know I'm one step above
I like counting racks get my pockets up

I be- I be outside until them bows come in
And she broke up with me, she don't know I'm with her friend
We get hella cheese we get hella lotta bands

(hella lotta bands)

I might switch it up
(One bitch ain't enough)

I don't need no love
I don't need no hugs
Pull up to the spot

Pull up to the spot
I don't need no hugs
Pull up to the spot
I don't need no love

No Hugzz (prod. olly)

seminar

ran (glokmane)

special (ok i got bands)

special (Fast Version)

Yea
She said she hope I dont change
Money aint changing my ways
I cannot fall for no bitch I don't skate
Niggas act like they cool with me
Tell them niggas it's too late

Like ok ok
We got them choppas that spray at ya face
The money be coming in
It's running in like it ain't got pace
It feels like I'm tumbling
I'm fumbling when I see ya face
Don't see no troubling
I'm doubling, just in case
I see you calling I don't answer at all
As a kid I wanted to ball
Fuck the feds, don't follow no law
Get the bread, I'm getting it all
Where they at, I need someone to call
If they asked, you seen nothing at all
Aint no pass in getting involved
He want smoke, then he get it all

Want smoke want smoke come for it
Getting hot I know like a torch
In my bag right now JanSport
Niggas laughed now they trynna go support
Did it once like how you knew that
I don't front baby I don't do that
Niggas cap like a baseball hat
Trigger happy he didn't know who to shoot-at
Bitch I been happy you niggas been too-sad

All about bucks you know that
Told the bitch its hot don't go there
Niggas don't really know that
You come to my city my show imma show that
Bitch I been balling like ko
I get the ball imma score and you know that
Everything I touch gold
That's why this hoe leaving you and don't go back

Yea
She said she hope I dont change
Money aint changing my ways
I cannot fall for no bitch I don't skate
Niggas act like they cool with me
Tell them niggas it's too late
And she wanna go on a date
I told her first go fix her face
Yea
Hope i don't catch no case
I hope my talent don't go to waste
He said I ain't bout shit
I get my shooter to get you laid
And she said she like my drip
I tell that bitch it's minute maid

Yea yea

Just in case, I see you calling
I don't answer at all
As a kid I wanted to ball
Fuck the feds, don't follow no law
Get the bread, I'm getting it all
Where they at, I need someone to call
If they asked, you seen nothing at all
Aint no pass in getting involved
He want smoke, then he get it all

Want smoke, want smoke come for it
Getting hot I know like a torch
In my bag right now JanSport
Niggas laughed now they trynna go support
Did it once like how you knew that
I don't front baby I don't do that

Talent Pt. 3 (finale)

Elevator music ft. skyte

Bagwork

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Bella

Crunch Time ft. skyte

VIDEO OUT NOW ON YOUTUBE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qilyHU7uZ5U&ab_channel=Specxfic

Ayy, ayy
Uh, let's go
What, what

Oh, my god
Aye, Imma talk my shit
The Draco came in with a flash
I almost popped my shit
These niggas always say they that
But I don't believe that shit
You flexin', now you on your ass
And we seen that shit

Aye

Aye, I'm on some bb shit
I mixed the drink with the pop Now
I made some creamy shit
I can't move with the wock now
I'm on some dreamy shit
She wonder if we goin out, I think she on some Stevie shit

Fuck
I mean Stevie Wonder
Everything that nigga do, be corny
Like a meme on Tumblr
Pulled up in the urus, Hear the engine
Shit sound like a rumbler
Yeah, I'm up and coming
Told her, I'ma up and comer

20 bands, blue strips
All inside my pocket
Do a gang sign and disappear
Like an Anunnaki
I be in the kitchen everyday
But I don't ship Hibachi
I don't got a beeper
Need some dough, just hit my Tamagotchi

Wear em once and never wear em twice
Just like some new Huaraches
Catch me in the office
I don't ever be inside the lobby
On some Cod shit
I'm tryna catch him
Right before he caught me
Yeah, I get the bills
But I don't fuck with Cosby

But it's no Tommy
Sixty bands inside my pocket
Reason why I'm movin' raunchy
Yeah, I'm talkin' spicy shit
They thinkin' that I'm eating Takis
You was in the class
I was movin' like a damn jockey-
Ask me if I'm goin' to that class
And I said, "damn, probably"
20 bands in both pockets
So I'm movin' damn naughty
Yeah, I'm the shit
But I don't gotta take no damn potty
I go into the paint and take a lay
Just like I'm Cam Wiley

Shit
I meant Cam Wilder
Up the Glock and make a nigga run
Just like he Cam Wilder
She don't like you niggas
She like me because she say I'm Wilder
I'm the type of nigga in the club
With lean and baby powder

What
This nigga is-is what?
Ayy, I don't need no ad-libs
I up the Glock and make a nigga run
I hit his damn ribs
Pull up on a nigga with his mom
Like I'm Sam Gibbs

This shit ain't costin
And I'm 20 band flossing
Catch a nigga at his house
Home alone like a possum
Yeah, I fuck with New York
But I don't fuck with no Boston
Catch a nigga talkin' all that shit
Get my Haitians chop him

Only reason why she tryna fuck with me
Because I'm poppin
Yeah, you made like 10 bands
But you was never-ever poppin
If I say I'm fuckin' coppin
Then that mean I'm fuckin' coppin
You ain't Batman, you ain't Robin
You can't save her, Imma off her

Aye
I'm a motherfuckin' villain
Throw a disc at a nigga-
Like I'm motherfuckin' Krillin
It's two bands on my lap
But it's just motherfuckin' chillin
He keep starin', I'ma get this Glock out
If he keep grillin
Me and gang goin' up
You better watch, it's gettin' hot
Only time I keep receipts
Is when I'm talkin' to my opps
And I keep 20 bands on me
So I don't never-ever flop
And they listen to my snippets like-
When you finna drop

Ayy, ayy, I'll drop when I can
Ayy wait, I'll drop right now
If you just give a band
I don't ever say I can't
Because I know I fuckin' can
It's too many bitches up inside this spot, I need to land

Yeah, she takin' pictures
Told her she can't put that on the gram
Yea he hard, I listened to him
When he dropped that Bam-Bam
Only time I use my hands
I hit the beat like a KanKan
Run into the bag fast
Like some fuckin' damn RAM

Bro what we doin'
Aye
Bro what we doin'
Shit
Lets get to work
Shit
Let's get to work

Bro what we doin, aye
lets get to work
Bro what we doin, aye
lets get to work, aye

Bro what we doin'
Aye
Bro what we doin'
Shit
Lets get to work
Shit
Let's get to work

Bro what we doin, aye
lets get to work
Bro what we doin, aye
lets get to work, aye

Anunnaki

video out now :p  : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqxeE_YZ37k 

prod me

Aye, take off like rocket
I move out of pocket
They say a lot of shit but, they don't do not shit

Got a lot, got a lot
It's a lot, it's a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot

Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot

Gotta get my guap, that's my job
Pull up yeah on god, yeah I'm stunting like a boss, bitch
It's like Drake n Josh, me n bro like Drake n Josh
Yeah apple, like Macintosh every thing I touch get hot
Hot hot hot hot
No I don't see nothing wrong
When I move they say I floss but, I ain't trying to move like y'all
Say this shit you think it's hard but when I say it, it ain't hard
When he fucked up I just paused cause I ain't have no time to walk

I saw it
I seen it when I saw
Yeah she never do her job, yeah perc eight, shit hurt my jaw
They think this shit illuminate, yeah I had to up my paws
Yeah I pulled up like Rick Ross, got these chains on my body

When you flex a lot, they wont like you, they don't like me
I been working hard, I think this shit starting to bite me
I rock spec oh yeah, I don't wear no fucking Nike
Take that lil vest off, we ain't aiming for yo body
They aint aiming for your body

Yea
I been working hard, I think this shit starting to bite me
When you flex a lot, they wont like you, they don't like me

Got a lot, got a lot
It's a lot, it's a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot

Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
Move a lot, Move a lot
... you get the idea

movealotmovealot

wake up, do it again

(prod. glokmane)
Brand new Beam X6, yeah
I know when they talk, they listen, yeah
I know why it's hot in here, yeah
Pull up inside the entrance, yeah
I know you diggin' this, yeah
Sometimes I feel like I got no one to trust
But I know she hearin' this, yeah

Sometimes I don't think I'm shit, yeah
What you wanna make this shit, yeah
Tryna get cake and shit, yeah
Okay, I pull up inside and start blazin' shit, yeah
Okay, I pull up inside and start blazin' shit

Whoa, whoa
I got this, I'm a fanatic, yeah
He said he got it, he had it, yeah

Man, I been had it, yeah
Right now, I'm up in Manhattan, yeah
SoHo Manhattan
Boy, that chopper, it turn him to past-tense
Ayy, boy, this shit tragic, ayy

Them boys got me laughin, ayy
Yeah, ayy
I don't eat like I'm fastened, ayy
And I got brand new fashion, ayy
And I got shit you ain't seen yet, yeah
Lookin' for me, I won't be there, yeah
We got them shots, they hit direct, yeah

He want that shit, we gon' leave it right there
I got some sauce, I'ma leave it right there
All my old friends said I switched it ain't fair
He tried to run, I'm up, blitz NFL
Ayy, ayy, yeah
I got that pack and that shit in the mail
I said, free jeffery, this shit YSL
You got that shit in you, shit, why'd you sell

Aye, aye

Brand new Beam X6, yeah
I know when they talk, they listen, yeah
I know why it's hot in here, yeah
Pull up inside the entrance, yeah
I know you diggin' this, yeah
Sometimes I feel like I got no one to trust
But I know she hearin' this, yeah

Sometimes I don't think I'm shit, yeah
What you wanna make this shit, yeah
Tryna get cake and shit, yeah
Okay, I pull up inside and start blazin' shit, yeah

BMW X6

(glokmane 1rafmade)

Yo, yo yo
Everywhere chicken, everywhere chicken
Everywhere I go, man, everywhere chicken
Go to a show, yeah, before I'ma check in

Bitch ain't know where the fuck did I flex in
They don't even know why the fuck I'm flexin
My pockets gettin' fat, as shit
Yea, my pockets like Peter Griffin

I pull up, let's go to your street
I pull up, four door on a Jeep
Them niggas ain't know, it was me
Counting money, I ain't goin' to sleep
Ayy, I ain't trynna go to sleep
I need me a rack for I go to a meet
She followed me on IG, aye

Don't gotta lot of to lean on
Ayy, don't got a shoulder, I need to lean, on
Yeah, she callin' me, hear it through the damn ringtone
You tellin' all these lies, I don't believe you

Yo, yo yo
Everywhere chicken, everywhere chicken
Everywhere I go, man, everywhere chicken
Go to a show, yeah, before I'ma check in

Bitch ain't know where the fuck did I flex in
They don't even know why the fuck I'm flexin
My pockets gettin' fat, as shit
Yea, my pockets like Peter Griffin
Everywhere chicken, everywhere chicken
Everywhere I go, man, everywhere chicken
Go-go to a show, yeah, before I'ma check in

Bitch ain't know where the fuck did I flex in
They don't even know why the fuck I'm flexin
My pockets gettin' fat, as shit
Yea, my pockets like Peter Griffin

Don't gotta lot of to lean on
Ayy, don't got a shoulder, I need to lean, on
Yeah, she callin' me, hear it through the
You tellin' all these lies, I don't believe you

chicken

I know that
Nananananana, yeah my mic in
But last week, money in my pants old like Joe Biden
Anything, anything you need, you know I got it
Anything, it sound like Kanye when I play them violens
I push up, said I'm wildin, I push up, said I'm wildin
She say that we locked in, it don't feel like knotless
I think this shit too much, I'm not tryna have all this
Yes I need some guap and, I ain't tryna go to college
Yes I need your thot but, I ain't tryna have no mileage
Twin push up with dracs, fuck what they say I know they ain't bout it
Everything I touch get hot, this something like a midas
I don't want yo hoe every store I go to, she say buy this

I don't even think you, think you hot as this
And I need advance, put them bands in the bag
Yeah, I rock them Gats, I ain't never wear no Vans
Now she with her mans, tryna act like she ain't no fan
Yeah, we got them drums, like it's something in the band
Ouu I think I can, Ou I think I fuckin' can

Moncler, coat on me, cause it's getting colder
Yeah
So much guap, I stack this shit up on my shoulders
Yo
And my wristwatch heavy this shit like a boulder
And we got them drums, like it's roland
Said it's roland, I think it's rollin
Got them bows in, we got them bows in
Yo, ball like 24, and I feel like Kobe
Nigga, I ain't hit yo hoe, but I bet my bro did

I know that
Nananananana, yeah my mic in
But last week, money in my pants old like Joe Biden
Anything, anything you need, you know I got it
Anything, it sound like Kanye when I play them violens
Push up, said I'm wildin, I push up, said I'm wildin

She say that we locked in, it don't feel like knotless
I think this shit too much, I'm not tryna have all this
Yes I need some guap and, I ain't tryna go to college
Yes I need your thot but, I ain't tryna have no mileage
Twin push up with dracs, fuck what they say I know they ain't bout it
Everything I touch get hot, this something like a midas
I don't want yo hoe every store I go to, she say buy this

I push up, said I'm wildin, I push up, said I'm wildin
And I need advance put them bands in the bag

rollin

(glokmane wokeuptd pink)

First I wake up then I count up, get my cake up
You ain't wanna talk to me back then so see you later
Ate up, I ate she said I ate up, boy you crazy (woah)
Rick Owens shit on my feet, if I jump I ain't landin, yo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yea
They say oh boy don't get locked up, uh, you got my rocks up
Yup, don't get chopped up, yeah boy don't get chopped up
Same place I met you, same place you fuckin caught up
They say I'm insane, I'm too sharp just like a box cut
I'm, in your city right now nigga yeah you not tough
Bitch I can not go to no party, I am not Puff
Sticks, we keep sticks inside that shit boy you cannot run
Yeah, got Balenciaga on my toes and some Margiela
Yeah, I'ma keep cookin' until I can't no more uh
Yeah
I ain't have this yesterday, but now I'm on, huh yeah

First I wake up then I count up, get my cake up
You ain't wanna talk to me back then so see you later
Ate up, I ate she said I ate up, boy you crazy (woah)
Rick Owens shit on my feet, if I jump I ain't landin, yo
First I wake up then I count up, get my cake up
You ain't wanna talk to me back then so see you later
Ate up, I ate she said I ate up, boy you crazy (woah)
Rick Owens shit on my feet, if I jump I ain't landin, yo (woah)

Aye ou woah, aye ou woah
Aye aye ou woah, aye ou woah

i ain't landin

(prod. prettifun)

Think so-
Sometimes let it go
Aye, back, up back up
Back up right now
I cannot trust you, cause you be lying
Racks up, racks up, my racks up right now
Moving to russia like I keep that iron
Aye, back up, back up
Back up right now
New shit
On my new shit, lets take a photo
FN blue tips
Sticks inside a four-door
Sticks inside a four-door, Sticks inside a four-door
Sticks inside a four-door

Aye, back, up back up
Back up right now
I cannot trust you, cause you be lying
Racks up, racks up, my racks up right now
Moving to russia like I keep that iron
Aye back, up back up
Back up right now
New shit
On my new shit, lets take a photo
FN blue tips
Sticks inside a four-door
Sticks inside a four-door
Sticks inside a four-door
Sticks inside a four-door

Ok where you go like bitch
where you go like bitch
where you go like bitch
She got a head, where it exist
On my phone ten minutes
On my phone ten minutes
On my phone ten minutes
On my phone ten minutes
On my phone ten minutes
On my phone ten minutes

I gotta ball like Ritz
I gotta ball like shit, aye
Why she on my dick
Why they on my dick
Yea im poppin shit
Cause i went up bitch
Shots right at his ribs
Cause he talkin shit
Riding in a jeep
SRT my whip
SRT my bitch
SR-SR-SRT the whip, yea
It don't make no sense like how all my friends fucking switched, yea
Think the money talkin to me, like im fucking schiz
Boy you tripped, better not trip, cause I got the grip
da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, yea the chopper hit em
Bldldd
da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, yea my check just hit
And I ma-ma-ma-Margiela'ed up, up my fit, yea
Put these subi's on, its for my fit

So much weight had held this shit up on my shoulders
They dont ever wanna wait till its over
I don't think we ever gon get the time to get, closer
Ever gon get the time to get, closer
It just start to suck when you realize you getting older
You realize you getting older
Imma act like I ain't know ya
Know ya, imma act like I ain't-

Aye, back, up back up
Back up right now
I cannot trust you, cause you be lying
Racks up, racks up, my racks up right now
Moving to russia like I keep that iron
Aye, back up back up
Back up right now
New shit
On my new shit, lets take a photo
FN blue tips
Sticks inside a four-door
Sticks inside a four-door

back up

(prod me)

Aye specxfic

All black coupe like a nigga got wings
Yeah, I'm rich, nigga feel like Bruce Wayne
Not my bitch, she don't feel the same
Not my bitch, I don't feel it at all
If you fuck up, who the fuck you gon' call
If I fuck up, who the fuck I'ma call

I don't wanna stay wittcha
I don't wanna stay wittcha
Hoe I am not tryna stay wittcha
Tell that hoe I ain't no amature
Baby no, I ain't no amature
Baby no, I ain't no amature
Who you feelin' like
Who you feelin' like

I'm feelin' it up
I'm feelin' it up
I'm feelin' alright
Yup
She eatin' me up, she eatin' me up
She eat it like rice
I only fuck once
I only fuck once
Can't stay for the night
Already told you how I'm feelin alright
These niggas don't fuck with me I know alright

Who you feelin' like
Who you feelin' like
Who you feelin' like
Who you feelin' like
Who you feelin' like
Who you feelin' like
Who you feelin' like
Who you feelin' like
I don't wanna stay wittcha
I don't wanna stay wittcha
Hoe I am not tryna stay wittcha
Tell that hoe I ain't no amature
Baby no, I ain't no amature
Baby no, I ain't no amature
Who you feelin' like
Who you feelin' like

Who you feelin' like
Who you feelin' like
Who you feelin' like
Who you feelin' like

whoufeelinlike?

video out now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jAgZSaiRF8

(prod me)

This some new shit but I seran wrapped it yea
Aye this some new shit but I seran wrapped it yea
And these niggas dick riding, go get them a pageant, yea
Yeah, I pull up blasting, yeah, I pull up blasting
Go into the mall today, yeah I'm trynna get some
You could just, call me
Yeah I'm finna hear ya
I been out, all day yea I'm trynna hear some
You know I'm the big spec, no I'm not the lil one

Uhuh
She gon' pull up real fast, yeah, she tryna feel some
And them niggas switched back, yeah I know they feel dumb
I'm like, ou, I missed that, she like, no you didn't

Guapanese, the Guapanese, I'm talkin' to ya
She seen I pulled up in that Ferrari, then switched the whip up
She had said, I was just in Miami, but I ain't see ya
Even if I had fuckin' everything, I wouldn't be ya

Yeah
Go into the mall today, yeah I'm trynna get some
You could just, call me
Yeah I'm finna hear ya
I been out, all day yea I'm trynna hear some
You know I'm the big spec, no I'm not the lil one
Go into the mall today, yeah I'm trynna get some
You could just, call me
Yeah I'm finna hear yea
I been out, all day yea I'm trynna hear some
You know I'm the big spec, no I'm not the lil one

carpet

(prod me)

I like hunnids, told em, I like hunnids
They said I ball like lebron, they say you andre drummond
I told em, tell me something, so can you tell me something
My bloodda, that's my buzzin, she play me out the country
Not L.A, I'm in M.I.A
All you see is fuckin' palm trees
Uh-oh, I'm up to somethin
I think I'm up to somethin
I left my phone was buzzing
Ain't no one I can trust in
I feel like fuckin' Justin
Timberlake fuckin' Justin

So keep me by you just in case you don't even got nothing
You actin' so damn slimey, bro I don't even trust you
Came out the store with something
You left with fuckin' nothin
Came out the store with something
You left with fuckin' nothin

Damn
Got the speakers jumpin
She hop on dick like bunny
Fuckin' up, fuckin' up her bonnet
Put the dick up in her stomach
Hella money comin
I love all the money
Fell in love with oxy
I couldn't feel my body
Tell me who gon' stop me
Fold him up like oragami
Big ass gun, I got it poppin
You ain't goin up, Just stop it
Niggas pocket, watchin
So I always gotta pop it
This bitch said that she wanna ride dick
So I told her, gon' head ride it
Gon' head ride it

She keep lyin to me
She don't even love me
I think wings on my feet
I jump like a bunny
I think you is not like me
I think you a dummy
I plan everything I see
I knew it was comin

And I need some new LV
I knew she was bluffin
Put some robitussin
In the sprite, won't feel nothin
I don't even feel like lovin
I don't even feel like nothin
All I want is hunnids
All my dawgs gon' jump him

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

I like hunnids, told em, I like hunnids
They said I ball like lebron, they say you andre drummond
I told em, tell me something, so can you tell me something
My bloodda, that's my buzzin, she play me out the country
Not L.A, I'm in M.I.A
All you see is fuckin' palm trees
Uh-oh, I'm up to somethin
I think I'm up to somethin
I left my phone was buzzing
Ain't no one I can trust in
I feel like fuckin' Justin
Timberlake fuckin' Justin

very ape ft. mig

intro

(specxfic & natecxo)
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Something tell me that you lyin bout that shit
Stop telling me what you gon do with that brick, yeah, yeah
Im trynna find out what you gon do, with that shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just got a check, distro hit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch how much you make?
Not this shit, yeah, yeah, yeah
And she callin my phone, I aint answering shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I wake up do the money dance, just like this
Yeah, I wake up then I fuck your hoe, just like this
Yeah, rari just called my phone, talkin' bout getting chips
Yeah, that nigga act like a groupie, he stay on dick
Skir
Right hand, left hand wrist watch, shit don't tick

Hope she don't call my phone bout shit
I ain't tryna save this, ho, on shit

Brand new jeans, Balenciaga rips
And I seen these niggas really switched
And they seen I switched up on the whip
And they seen I pulled up in that shit
But they ain't see yo hoe pull up in my shit
Say what?
Skirr

How you get rich, yea
I don't even know bout shit
I ain't even know how I was gon' get rich
I ain't even know how I had your bitch
Big AR, gon' flip your crib
Talkin' shit, bet you can't talk like this
Took five xans, that's why I walk like this
I ain't even know your hoe talk like this
But she gon' go, walk, walk, walk, like this
I don't even know why I left hand with the stick
I don't even know why I got my grip
Call Rari, Yeah i'm just tryna get my chips
I pull up, flex zone, bitch like this
You ain't even know I'ma take that risk
Pull up in an Audi with a brand new wrist
Better know I don't give a fuck bout shit
Better know this Tec-9 ain't got grip

Something tell me that you lyin bout that shit
Stop telling me what you gon do with that brick, yeah, yeah
I'm trynna find out what you gon do, with that shit, yeah

flexzone

(prod me)

Aye specxfic

Turn me up
How much do you hear, hear, hear

I don't got no fear
My hoe said I'm mean, but I still don't care
It's no YVL, cologne, my shit YSL
Pockets fat as hell, hell
Hell yea, yeah
Yea, yea, yea, yea yeah
I wanted all this shit so bad, Back then these niggas, they ain't care
Ion give a fuck about no bail
If I tell you how I feel, would you tell
Ion give a fuck bout' how you feel
Cause they ain't give a fuck about how I felt
Honestly, I'm just tryna keep it real
Honestly, can we just keep it real

Aye
Pull up, drop, drop, drop I just dropped, drop inside my cup
These hoes say I flex I don't think that I flex enough
I think I'm so petty, I just blocked this hoe on messananger
Guap guap I get fetty, how you get money no, I can't tell you bout nun
Aye, back door the lob, I'ma go Serge Ibaka
She ask how you feel, told this hoe, I feel awesome
I can't cooperate with the feds, I told them, I don't know
Man yo brother fake, how the hell you still shop at Costco
Sweep up the money with a rake
Bad hoe, follow me on IG, let's go
Yeah, my brother got drakes
Don't try that, nigga, we gon' test those
I get so much bread and cheese, in my pocket, pesto
And my bitch Vietnamese, but she not my best though
Man you lyin said yo bitch was bad, she look like Lizzo
No, that's not my bitch, this hoe not even my kindle
Don't come to my DMs unless you bready, nigga, pay up
Oh okay, my brother sliding, yeah, he comin' with a pistol

I don't got no fear
My hoe said I'm mean, but I still don't care
It's no YVL, cologne, my shit YSL
Pockets fat as hell, hell
Hell yea, yeah
Yea, yea, yea, yea yeah

And I'm steady flexing
I'm balenci steppin
I don't need no weapon, cause my brother checked in
G-Lock, Gen-five, this shit make him tap dance
Fuck school, I could make ten bands
Ion even wanna take ten tests
Ion even wanna have ten friends
Gem called like, did you flex yet
Yea, finna hop on a jet, jet
Everybody tell me I'm next next
Everybody tell you what you wanna hear
You a one hit wonder I don't know you
I don't even let a hoes get close yea
Last time I did, she folded

I knew her way before then
Like, way, way, way before then
I took some drugs before then
That's way, way, way before that
They call me spec, you know that
Like, why you ask, you know that
They try to act like I'm so bad
Like, why you did me so bad

I don't got no fear
My hoe said I'm mean, but I still don't care
It's no YVL, cologne, my shit YSL
Pockets fat as hell, hell
Hell yea, yeah
Yea, yea, yea, yea yeah

tru tru

(prod me)

You trippin, I said aye, you trippin
I might pull up, I came yesterday
You trippin
I don't even know what half the shit you say
You trippin
I don't even know how much racks I made today

I pull up, in something you never seen before
Put her in designer, said she never seen Celine before
Pull out hella racks, you ain't never seen this green before
Them niggas switched up, it was like we was on a team before
How you givin' up, it's just like you ain't had this dream before, aye
Why do I not care, cause she said she was gon' leave before, aye
I was this hot but then they told me that they peep before
Aye I'ma drop, now they told me they was gon' leak before, aye

Can't ever fail, I can never fail, yeah
This YSL
Tell, how could you tell, yeah
Pack in the mail, this pack in the mail, yeah
I flex oh yeah, I flex oh yeah, let's go

And she pullin' up right now, let's go
Don't ask me, I don't know
Hold on where you got that from
That's twin, yea we shared the same clothes

Put rims on a new Range Rover
Put rims on a new Range Rover
You trippin, you gotta back up
You trippin, you gotta back up

You trippin, I said aye, you trippin
I might pull up, I came yesterday
You trippin
I don't even know what half the shit you say
You trippin
I don't even know how much racks I made today

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