CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Spec Ops
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Fast life, yeah, n***a we racin'
And it seem like the bad hoes basic
2020, why we still fighting racism?
Run that sh*t up, n***a, this a cash race
And I'm in first place, n***a, I'm not playing with you
Margiela kicks, no, I will not lace 'em up
10 outta 10 b*t*h, I get to testin' her
Ayo, check out this bad b*t*h, I started texting her
If she outta state, dawg, I gotta get next to her
(Spec Ops n***a, oh yea)
Yeah
Tattoos, on my neck and arm, b*t*h
I got a bad vibe brownskin, she look like almonds
Dark Lord, all black fit, like a omen
Yeah, DRKSHDW n***a, drip like a jedi
Yeah, my shooter never missing, he got deadeye
We got Call of Duty sticks, n***a, Black Ops
Yea, and I be creepin' with these b*t*hes like Spec Ops
Told that b*t*h, "Get the f**k out"
She just keep asking me questions, she got me f**ked up, man, this b*t*h finna make me go bug out
These n***a stuck on the bench in the dugout
B*t*h, I hit a home run, and then these n***as struck out
Yeah, I want the Urus, I'm bring the truck out
Hold up, twin brought the stick out, I think you should duck now
Lil' b*t*h, I'm goin' up, how could I give a f**k now?
And we just smoked a half of the Runtz, so I'm stuck now
I was down bad but these racks hold me up now
And I spend this guap on some drip, I be wiped down
See, I'm the young n***a that's pipin' your wife now
I'm turnt up, b*t*h, ain't no way I'ma pipe down
I'm in the spot, cooking, making wild sounds
I hit that hoe wit' a trick, n***a, wildstyle
I don't play fair, n***a, watch me foul out
Up late night, n***a, like a damn owl
We getting money, n***a, this a band house
I don't pop xans, I pop rubber bands now
These n***as fans, yeah, I call 'em damn clowns
And I'm all about business, n***a, I don't play around
And I keep this sh*t lowkey, I don't make a sound
No, I don't make a sound
Yeah
Tattoos, on my neck and arm, b*t*h
I got a bad vibe brownskin, she look like almonds
Dark Lord, all black fit, like a omen
Yeah, DRKSHDW n***a, drip like a jedi
Yeah, my shooter never missing, he got deadeye
We got Call of Duty sticks, n***a, Black Ops
Yea, and I be creepin' with these b*t*hes like Spec Ops
(Spec Ops n***a, No Stylist)
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Fast life, yeah, n***a we racin'
And it seem like the bad hoes basic
2020, why we still fighting racism?
Run that sh*t up, n***a, this a cash race
And I'm in first place, n***a, I'm not playing with you
Margiela kicks, no, I will not lace 'em up
10 outta 10 b*t*h, I get to testin' her
Ayo, check out this bad b*t*h, I started texting her
If she outta state, dawg, I gotta get next to her
(Spec Ops n***a, oh yea)
Yeah
Tattoos, on my neck and arm, b*t*h
I got a bad vibe brownskin, she look like almonds
Dark Lord, all black fit, like a omen
Yeah, DRKSHDW n***a, drip like a jedi
Yeah, my shooter never missing, he got deadeye
We got Call of Duty sticks, n***a, Black Ops
Yea, and I be creepin' with these b*t*hes like Spec Ops
Told that b*t*h, "Get the f**k out"
She just keep asking me questions, she got me f**ked up, man, this b*t*h finna make me go bug out
These n***a stuck on the bench in the dugout
B*t*h, I hit a home run, and then these n***as struck out
Yeah, I want the Urus, I'm bring the truck out
Hold up, twin brought the stick out, I think you should duck now
Lil' b*t*h, I'm goin' up, how could I give a f**k now?
And we just smoked a half of the Runtz, so I'm stuck now
I was down bad but these racks hold me up now
And I spend this guap on some drip, I be wiped down
See, I'm the young n***a that's pipin' your wife now
I'm turnt up, b*t*h, ain't no way I'ma pipe down
I'm in the spot, cooking, making wild sounds
I hit that hoe wit' a trick, n***a, wildstyle
I don't play fair, n***a, watch me foul out
Up late night, n***a, like a damn owl
We getting money, n***a, this a band house
I don't pop xans, I pop rubber bands now
These n***as fans, yeah, I call 'em damn clowns
And I'm all about business, n***a, I don't play around
And I keep this sh*t lowkey, I don't make a sound
No, I don't make a sound
Yeah
Tattoos, on my neck and arm, b*t*h
I got a bad vibe brownskin, she look like almonds
Dark Lord, all black fit, like a omen
Yeah, DRKSHDW n***a, drip like a jedi
Yeah, my shooter never missing, he got deadeye
We got Call of Duty sticks, n***a, Black Ops
Yea, and I be creepin' with these b*t*hes like Spec Ops
(Spec Ops n***a, No Stylist)
