Che, Specxfic - School k Pt. 2 lyrics
che [Chase Shaun Mitchell] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Che, Specxfic - School k Pt. 2 lyrics]
Huh? Ewwww
Huh?
I might pull up on that nigga, he can't see
(Eww) bitch I can't miss
I'm shooting with a beam (Eww)
I was like six years old, sippingfuck (Eww)
I was like six years old, sipping lean
Beat a nigga ass then record it
Just like "Ring"
When I grow up, bitch, I wanna be like me
Last year I got dubbed
Now she talking 'bout it to me
No I am not curry, but I shoot with a 3
Suppressor on my gun
So I don't cause a scene
Yeah, my bitch she bad, and she bald
Mr clean
(yeah, yeah, cause you know Mr clean, he
Got like a shiny ass head, you know)
Put it on screen
I missed his head so I aim for the knee
Glock got a AR like what would it be?
I'm finna make that lil' nigga go sing
Glee
Glock finna make him stop moving, antique
This finna gеt serious as we speak
Shh, bе quiet
Glock on me, where the fuck is you hiding
My niggas apes in the jungle, like lion
Run up on me and get hit with a-
Me and Che talking we ain't even trying
He tried to run up on us then he dying
(He died) uh, I'm finna end his life
Walk in with coats like a "Moncler Giant"
I get four turn it into two
He said he shootin', he don't even shoot
I feel like woody, snake is up my boot
Hate math but I turn him to obtuse
I feel like Fort I'ma get the loot
I got a black Moncler Suit it's not drizzy
I just might go ahead and pull with a drac'
Retail cake, catch me at Loot Lake
Glock make him spring I ain't talking bout-
Glock make him spring I
Ain't talking bout rake
Pull up at a drive thru-
I'm shooting his face
I'm changing the case
And I'm getting bread like Chase and Chase
Yeah, yeah, Gang
Huh?
I might pull up on that nigga, he can't see
(Eww) bitch I can't miss
I'm shooting with a beam (Eww)
I was like six years old, sippingfuck (Eww)
I was like six years old, sipping lean
Beat a nigga ass then record it
Just like "Ring"
When I grow up, bitch, I wanna be like me
Last year I got dubbed
Now she talking 'bout it to me
No I am not curry, but I shoot with a 3
Suppressor on my gun
So I don't cause a scene
Yeah, my bitch she bad, and she bald
Mr clean
(yeah, yeah, cause you know Mr clean, he
Got like a shiny ass head, you know)
Put it on screen
I missed his head so I aim for the knee
Glock got a AR like what would it be?
I'm finna make that lil' nigga go sing
Glee
Glock finna make him stop moving, antique
This finna gеt serious as we speak
Shh, bе quiet
Glock on me, where the fuck is you hiding
My niggas apes in the jungle, like lion
Run up on me and get hit with a-
Me and Che talking we ain't even trying
He tried to run up on us then he dying
(He died) uh, I'm finna end his life
Walk in with coats like a "Moncler Giant"
I get four turn it into two
He said he shootin', he don't even shoot
I feel like woody, snake is up my boot
Hate math but I turn him to obtuse
I feel like Fort I'ma get the loot
I got a black Moncler Suit it's not drizzy
I just might go ahead and pull with a drac'
Retail cake, catch me at Loot Lake
Glock make him spring I ain't talking bout-
Glock make him spring I
Ain't talking bout rake
Pull up at a drive thru-
I'm shooting his face
I'm changing the case
And I'm getting bread like Chase and Chase
Yeah, yeah, Gang