Letra ​i lost my percs par GloFromDa4

Mmm, mmm (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Hey, I'm Spec, it's nice to meet you
These n***as ain't ever seen what I been through, okay
I get the bag then I go, yeah
They say I'm winnin' and it's not fair
Walk in the party, it's dead in here
Big choppa on me, that lil' n***a scared
She seein' my wrist, all white like pears
Me and the gang, we ain't goin' up there
Choppa and medicine, knock him out like a chair

I'm done
Like, hey, I'm Che, how are you doin'?
I'm making money, the bands pursuin'
I been getting cash like my n***a K$ubi
I've been gettin' bands a lot (Ooh, ooh)
She wanna f**k on my pants a lot (Ooh, ooh)
She wanna follow the man a lot
Rich n***a, been hearin' the man a lot
Uh, Romani (Romani)
N***as talk down, we gon' run for his money
I'm finna crash on this b*t*h like a dummy
And I've got all this paper on me like a mummy
Yeah
She tell me she like me, I like her a lot
If f**k n***a playin', get hit with that Glock
Put 7.62 in the jet, let it pop
Remember them days I was sellin' rerock
I'm gettin' money, I like it a lot
I feel like Nelly, 'cause I'm gettin' hot
My Glock got a 'xtendo, it came with a dot
And no, I cannot f**k with that thot (Brr)
He wanted smoke, he got put in my blunt
N***as be rats, I don't f**k with the c**ts
I'm with the gang, we gon' kick sh*t like a punt
in my water, replyin' with Runtz
Glock-40 make him spiral
Want smoke, you finna die, ho
My number gettin' dialed
We send him to the sky, oh

I got bands up in my hands
We gon' light this sh*t up fast
[?], put your hands (Yeah)
man, but where's he at? (Ooh)
Run up on me, that boy get cracked, ah
Run this chop with a match, ah
I pray that won't last, nah
He say that he pimp, boy, you know that you not
If he get shot with the gun, let it rock
I had the drop, yeah, I feel like The Rock
I had that [?], now I get it a lot, yeah
(Yeah)