Che, Specxfic - Aunt Jemima lyrics
che [Chase Shaun Mitchell] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Che, Specxfic - Aunt Jemima lyrics]
I can't leave the house, they might be like
"Where you go?"
Che done called me up, said
"They tryna steal our flow"
We just put five chops in
The back of the rental she said
"I like your jacket" but this
Is a Moncler coat
She thought this shit was Gucci
But I told her, "BB Simon"
Niggas gettin' mad
They don't like the way we living
If I wasn't rappin'
I'd be swiping or in prison
This ain't Benihanas
You can't watch me make this chicken
This ain't Benihanas, when she eat it
Finger lickin' dog can't get caught so wе
Shootin' from a distance
I pull the Glock out
I got a Maybach, we pulling thе top out aC
DC, where did I rock out?
All eyes on me, so I'm feelin' like Pac now
Bitch, I can't see so I'm
Spilling the Wock' out
Walk in the party then, bitch, I'ma walk out
Walk in the crib and I'm pulling my cock out
Bitch, It's Romani and Spec, we on top now
I kill a nigga, they need a white chalk out
He keep on talkin'
I'm pulling the chop out
Walk in the block, I walk out the block
My bitch a nerd, she checkin' the stocks
Bitch, I was a glass, but now I'm a lock
(Like, you get it right, 'cause, you know)
I need the bread, I want it a lot
Choppa it, we got
We don't hang, we just rock
Who killed your man, I think that I did that
I already spinned, I think we gon' spin back
(Fuck?) give me my pin back
Your bitch a pig
Where the chinny chin chin at?
Bitch, I'ma eat on the beatm
Where the din' at?
Think she a Barbie, like give me my Ken back
Your brother dead
You ain't getting your kin back
I'm finna clap at his feet like a flip-flap
Fuck, or maybe a flip-flop
Your bitch, she doing my dance on the Tik Tok
I spent a band on a muh'fuckin' wrist watch
My money fat and it's
Lookin' like Rick Ross
Who the fuck in here?
My money way too fat like Peter
I need a pint so I'm pouring the liter
Niggas be weird, they acting like
What's that smell?
Feel like DaBaby, pack in the mail
I'm in the mix, not no trail
You send him up, we send him to hell
She keep on talking but I do not care
Look at my left hand, strap in the air
Glock make him sit down, give him a chair
Indian plug, said, "Where is "
"Where you go?"
Che done called me up, said
"They tryna steal our flow"
We just put five chops in
The back of the rental she said
"I like your jacket" but this
Is a Moncler coat
She thought this shit was Gucci
But I told her, "BB Simon"
Niggas gettin' mad
They don't like the way we living
If I wasn't rappin'
I'd be swiping or in prison
This ain't Benihanas
You can't watch me make this chicken
This ain't Benihanas, when she eat it
Finger lickin' dog can't get caught so wе
Shootin' from a distance
I pull the Glock out
I got a Maybach, we pulling thе top out aC
DC, where did I rock out?
All eyes on me, so I'm feelin' like Pac now
Bitch, I can't see so I'm
Spilling the Wock' out
Walk in the party then, bitch, I'ma walk out
Walk in the crib and I'm pulling my cock out
Bitch, It's Romani and Spec, we on top now
I kill a nigga, they need a white chalk out
He keep on talkin'
I'm pulling the chop out
Walk in the block, I walk out the block
My bitch a nerd, she checkin' the stocks
Bitch, I was a glass, but now I'm a lock
(Like, you get it right, 'cause, you know)
I need the bread, I want it a lot
Choppa it, we got
We don't hang, we just rock
Who killed your man, I think that I did that
I already spinned, I think we gon' spin back
(Fuck?) give me my pin back
Your bitch a pig
Where the chinny chin chin at?
Bitch, I'ma eat on the beatm
Where the din' at?
Think she a Barbie, like give me my Ken back
Your brother dead
You ain't getting your kin back
I'm finna clap at his feet like a flip-flap
Fuck, or maybe a flip-flop
Your bitch, she doing my dance on the Tik Tok
I spent a band on a muh'fuckin' wrist watch
My money fat and it's
Lookin' like Rick Ross
Who the fuck in here?
My money way too fat like Peter
I need a pint so I'm pouring the liter
Niggas be weird, they acting like
What's that smell?
Feel like DaBaby, pack in the mail
I'm in the mix, not no trail
You send him up, we send him to hell
She keep on talking but I do not care
Look at my left hand, strap in the air
Glock make him sit down, give him a chair
Indian plug, said, "Where is "