Текст песни euphoria - Specxfic , cheRomani+

I can't say too much, 'cause my niggas, they be makin' noise (oh yeah)
Watch how I jump out the back with a Glock-19 like it's BO4 (BO4)
Play her like strings, I ain't talkin' guitar
You on Earth but I'm somewhere on Mars (somewhere on Mars)
You might see me and che up in charts
Ain't nothin', but I'm goddamn sure

Can't fuck with no goddamn whore, you know
Give me that ball, I'ma score, you know
It's 4ersona, I'm throwin' up four, you know
I'ma shoot out the Rue like Euphoria
And I did it again, thought I fucked on your friend
Bitch, you don't even know how the story go
And it's like little Spec, he don't run out of drink, so I told that lil' nigga to pour me up
I-I-o-oh, uh, I got a Glock like it's BO3
This is 4ersona, you not on my team
I got a Glock, and it came with a beam, green

He ain't even on my team, he ain't even try to win, I said it again
I had to cut off some friends
Demon in my phone talkin' 'bout a plan (no, yeah)
Yeah, feel like Duwap Kaine
He tryna run, but no, he can't (yeah, yeah)
I'm stuck in a box in ways (bee)
I'm stuck, and I'm lost, some ways (bee)
My bitch, she mad she lost some weight
He want a feat, it's gon' cost some weight
Jump in the sauce and I lost him, wait

Hop out, we goin' like all the way
Bitch, I'ma ball, Penny Hardaway
She made me throw all my heart away
I had to go through the harder days
I got a pole, say he part of me
I'm a real nigga, it's part of me
Got Number (N)ine with the Prada jeans
He saw my check then I started s-s-

Tell that nigga, "We is not the same"
Me, che, and Kash going all the way
Told that baby, "I'm one call on the way"
Niggas be sleepin', I'm quite awake
Bipolar, I told her "I'm lyin', I think"
Bitch, I'm wearing Mink, and Prada my jeans
Told her "Bless me up" like a nigga done sneezed
She fuck with the gang 'cause we buzzin' like bees

And most of these niggas, they not on my rank
Bottega, it's pink, she wet like a sink
Get put on a tee, like give me your ring
I got a lil' broad and she Vietnamese
That bitch a toosie, like I'm a disease
I hop right on Grailed just to cop me a piece
And my nigga hungry, I told him to feast
Get shot in the lung, he can't even breathe (squeeze)

And you know it don't please her
Bape on me, please don't touch my jacket or my T-shirt (damn)
I hear most these laughing niggas, it's funny I don't need them (damn)
Trackhawk way too fast, I was like, "No, I didn't see them" (damn)

All over on my (tee, yeah), most of these niggas, they can't see me
With Spec, I feel like-, 'cause these niggas wanna be me
And my bitch a Barbie like she came from Ganja
He want a feature, nigga, we gon' fine him (ooh)
Lil' bitch on me got designer
And I been servin' all these niggas like diners

With a chop' on me
I made a milly, don't rock on me
I got like two, no 'Pac on me
And I can't name a nigga that's stoppin' me
And she wanna fuck ('kay), flock on me
I been on top, now that that lil' bitch, she toppin' me
Lil' bitch I made it, don't fuck with no flopperies
I just might catch me a body, that Glock on me

They call me the bandman
Me and che got bands, man (yeah-yeah)
They don't understand, man
I'm too hot, no fan-fan
I got the drank like Kankan
My bitch, she bad, and she slammin' like Pam, Pam (Pam)

Bitch, I'ma shoot out the roof when I point it like Xanman
My tint is dark, like it came with a tan, man (tan, man)
I said, "Just give me one chance"
Put him right in a trance
Slime in the room, all red
I can't fuck with a fan
Three on his head like Chance
He'll slide wit' yo' mans
I promise it really depends
Slide with a MAC, won't last

We can't have no truce, no
We might shoot on mute (oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Wrist hurt when I shoot (wrist hurt when I shoot)
Ricks look like a boot (ricks look like a boot)
I can't even choose, huh (damn)
Che just got a .38 (damn)
Might aim at your medulla (damn)
Told her I ain't knew her (damn)

Choppa got yellow-green beam, like Jamaica
Bitch, I'm a god, man, I feel like the savior
And I go to Balenci' to get that shit tailored
"Romani, Spec, what the fuck is you sayin'?"
I get you gone for a band and a band
Don't fuck with nigga like Ku Klux Klan
Give a fuck what you sayin', I'm smokin' his pack, gang