
run Specxfic (Ft. che)
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[Verse 1: Specxfic]
First nigga that tried to run
We finna shoot, it ain't gon' be fun
My bitch, she bad, she got a bun
If I ain't gettin' paper, I dont want nothin'
I shoot that boy with that-, Nigga stun
Baby I know what I've become
Niggas, they copy all of my [?]
Yeah, scratch that
I ride around in a hellcat
Yeah, I'm with [?], I'ma [?] them
Yeah, [?]
Yeah, no you cannot get your racks back
I run around, nigga, with a blicky
Run up on me, turn that boy to a hashtag (Hashtag)
I'm makin' bread, yeah
[Verse 2: cheRomani+]
First nigga that try to run
We gonna shoot, it will not be fun
I had to stick to my gun, my [?]
She giving neck, like an ostrich
I gave my nigga the key and he locked it
Nigga so broke, like [?] with a pocket
Nigga in Houston, might go see the Rockets
I wear Balenci, Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', thеn feelin' the gun in my pocket
[?] that door when wе knockin'
[?] in this shit, like a pop it
And my niggas shootin' like [?]
I went ahead and the Ricky, the Ricky, the Ricky, I had to upgrade all my closet
First nigga that tried to run
We finna shoot, it ain't gon' be fun
My bitch, she bad, she got a bun
If I ain't gettin' paper, I dont want nothin'
I shoot that boy with that-, Nigga stun
Baby I know what I've become
Niggas, they copy all of my [?]
Yeah, scratch that
I ride around in a hellcat
Yeah, I'm with [?], I'ma [?] them
Yeah, [?]
Yeah, no you cannot get your racks back
I run around, nigga, with a blicky
Run up on me, turn that boy to a hashtag (Hashtag)
I'm makin' bread, yeah
[Verse 2: cheRomani+]
First nigga that try to run
We gonna shoot, it will not be fun
I had to stick to my gun, my [?]
She giving neck, like an ostrich
I gave my nigga the key and he locked it
Nigga so broke, like [?] with a pocket
Nigga in Houston, might go see the Rockets
I wear Balenci, Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', thеn feelin' the gun in my pocket
[?] that door when wе knockin'
[?] in this shit, like a pop it
And my niggas shootin' like [?]
I went ahead and the Ricky, the Ricky, the Ricky, I had to upgrade all my closet
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