Blue Strips

[Intro: Specxfic]
Ewwwwww

[Verse 1: Specxfic]
Glock on my side, know he not finna shoot
He think that he hard, but he 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, that's what I went for
Bitch I am up, bitch you is low
She said spec hard, I told him I know

[Verse 2: GloFromDa4]
Uh (Pew)
Uh (Yeah)
Say he got guns, nigga, that shit cap
Stick to my side, I don't wanna scrap
Nigga I'm fat, stomach overlap
I walk in the trap carrying the pack
Your new shit suck, nigga, you got patched
I feel like I'm Kobe, I'm smoking on thrax
I feel like I demon when I'm in that hellcat
You is a dumb nigga, you got hellbent
Opp pack, damn, I know you smell that
You wanna test me, you gon' feel that
Zaza in the pack, I'ma mail that
How you a trap nigga named Luther?
If I get cheated on, I'ma shoot her
I want a white ho, came from hooters
Niggas be shooters, only on computers

[Verse 3: Specxfic]
Uh, Uh, Uh
African plug droppin' off, Alibaba (Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I'm in the Bronx, finna shoot at his matha (Yeah)
Niggas be copying, like I'm your father (Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Niggas be copying like I'm your papa
Watch how I slide, I'm doing the cha-cha
He say he hard, but his songs caca
He tryna ride the wave, like its aqua
(Brrr) Who callin' my phone? (Yeah)
I'm in the trap so leave me alone (Yeah)
So much bread, niggas ask for a loan
Oh that's your ho? 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? Bitch I'm in Saks
That fuck nigga play with the gang, he get whacked
You droppin' that song that shi— Fuck
You droppin' that song that shit finna be wack
I hop in the coupe, that shit all black
The stick on my side, now you know I don't 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 blick tucked
Hop in the SRT with your bitch, ten minutes later I'm gettin' my dick sucked
Switchin' me over a bitch, that shit so crazy, you should get put in the mixer
7.62 in my Glock, I feel like Hilfiger, no I dont fuck with these niggas

[Verse 5: Specxfic]
No I don't fuck with nobody (Uh)
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 move, I got Percs in my body
Run up on him then we shot him, my shooter with wicks in his head like he Spotem no Gottem

[Outro]
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