Lyrics Special by Lil Jairmy

Can't rush the vibe, Rando, yeah
Yo, yeah
Yo, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, fuck these niggas mean? Yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga, huh? (Yeah, yeah, yo, yo)
Yeah, yeah

I hop in the foriegn and crank that, Soulja Boy, tell 'em (Soulja Boy, tell 'em)
I nut all in the ho face, that bitch ain't special (That girl ain't special), nah, nah
Four exotic blunts straight to the face, I don't smoke no regular (I don't smoke no regular), yeah, yeah
This Cuban chain on me a choker like Conor McGregor (Conor McGregor), yeah
And the blunt I'm rollin' is a Tropical, bitch, I'm a winner (Bitch, I'm a winner)
I been in the trap finessin', I'm not a beginner (Ayy, yeah)
I shoulda got down with the Klan 'cause I hate all these niggas (Hate all these niggas)
When I'm on the way to the back end I got K's on the Sprinter (K's on the Sprinter, rrah)

I really was robbin' and killin', I'm not a pretender (Not a pretender)
I'm askin' the Lord to forgive me, I know I'm a sinner (I know I'm a sinner), yeah
Buy a drop-top in the summer, buy fur in the winter (Buy fur in the winter), yeah
Get in the kitchen with a pot and I put in that work in the blender (That work in the blender), yeah, yeah
When I take that bitch out, let it drown, see it's the crystals (I see it's the crystals), yeah, yeah
I need all my trap niggas go straight from the center (Go straight from the center), yeah
We trappin' and thuggin' like, fuck it, we buggin' the system (We buggin' the system), yeah, yeah
I sell crack to your daddy and aunties, Cat Piss to your sister (Cat Piss to your sister), yeah, yeah
All in traffic we clutchin' we catch 'em, shoot up his vehicle (Shoot up his vehicle, rrah)
But you know it get ugly when two-two-threes come through your window (Come through your window), yeah, yeah
Heard his bitch was a rider, well, fuck it, then she gon' die with 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you know I get muddy, I never just pour up a little (Not just a little), yeah, yeah, yeah
They just flex with them guns on the 'Gram, baby, they ain't no killers (Baby, ain't no killers), yeah, yeah, yeah
And I used to be broke, but now I keep racks in my pillows (I keep racks in my pillows), yeah, yeah, yeah
I just put up a fifty, I feel like I just popped two jiggas (I popped me two jiggas), yeah, yeah, yeah
If I keep handlin' business, this shit'll just only get bigger (It'll only get bigger)
And I'm a boss, won't let nothin' hit 'em, yeah

I hop in the foriegn and crank that, Soulja Boy, tell 'em (Soulja Boy, tell 'em)
I nut all in the ho face, that bitch ain't special (That girl ain't special), nah, nah
Four exotic blunts straight to the face, I don't smoke no regular (I don't smoke no regular), yeah, yeah
This Cuban chain on me a choker like Conor McGregor (Conor McGregor), yeah
And the blunt I'm rollin' is a Tropical, bitch, I'm a winner (Bitch, I'm a winner)
I been in the trap finessin', I'm not a beginner (Ayy, yeah)
I shoulda got down with the Klan 'cause I hate all these niggas (Hate all these niggas)
When I'm on the way to the back end I got K's on the Sprinter (K's on the Sprinter, rrah)