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letra de blue strips - specxfic

[intro: specxfic]
ewwwwww

[verse 1: specxfic]
glock on my side, know he not finna shoot
he think that he hard, but testing the rules
i was like six in the trap, not in school
i was like four, i was uppin’ the score
i call the plug, told him if he need more
call up my shooter, i think his name mo
i’m in the trap with a moncler coat
i ain’t no sheep, i feel like a goat
he was top three, but we made him the four
he said he shootin’, we laugh, he a joke
got a blue strip on me like it was a note
say he in the field, i told him no
i want the bread, thats what i went for
b-tch i am up, b-tch you was low
she said spec hard, i told him i know

[verse 2: glofromda4]
uh (peww)
uh (yeahh)
say he got guns, n-gga that sh-t cap
stick on my side, i dont wanna scr-p
n-gga i’m fat, stomach overlap
i walk in the trap carrying the pack
your new sh-t suck, n-gga you got patched
i feel like i’m kobe, i’m smoking on thrax
i feel like i demon when i’m in a h-llcat
you is a dumb n-gga, you got h-llbent
opp pack, d-mn, i know you smell that
you wanna test me, you gon’ feel that
zaza in the pack, ima mail that
how you a trap n-gga named luther
if i get cheated on, ima shoot her
i want a white hoe, came from hooters
n-ggas be shooters, only on computers
[verse 3: specxfic]
uh, uh, uh
african plug droppin’ off, alibaba
i’m in the bronx, finna shoot at his matha
n-ggas be copying, like i’m your father
n-ggas be copying like i’m your papa
watch how i slide, i’m doing the chacha
he say he hard, but his songs caca
he tryna ride the wave, like its aqua
(brrr) who callin’ my phone?
i’m in the trap so leave me alone
so much bread, n-ggas ask for a loan
oh that’s your hoe? she giving me dome
i got a black shooter named jerome
he bout to slide on you at your home
i told him put glo through the phone
he too busy shoppin’ for some chrome

[verse 4: glofromda4]
(brrr) who calling me? b-tch i’m in saks
that f-ck n-gga play with the gang, he get whacked
you droppin’ that song that shi- f-ck
you droppin’ that song that sh-t finna be wack
i hop in the coupe, that sh-t all black
a stick on my side, now you know i dont lack
i feel like i’m uzi, i go get the racks
got them balmain jeans, number (n)ine on the hat
keep the stick tucked, glock on my side, in the trap with the bl!ck tucked
hop in the srt with your b-tch, ten minutes later i’m gettin’ my d-ck sucked
switchin’ me over a b-tch, that sh-t so crazy, you should get put in the mixer
7.62 in my glock, i feel like hilfiger, no i dont f-ck with these n-ggas
[verse 5: specxfic]
no i dont f-ck with n0body
i got a glock on my body, i promise you, he try to rob me i’m shootin’ the lobby
hop in the whip and i drive it, already told you i can’t drive it, got percs in my body
run up on him then we shot him, my shooter put wicks in his head like he spotem no gotem

[outro]
[?] on him

- specxfic

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