Music Video

Special (feat. Offset and Solo Lucci)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Solo Lucci
Solo Lucci
Vocals
Offset
Offset
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Michael Dorsey
Michael Dorsey
Songwriter
Michael L. Williams II
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny 'KennyMixx' Daniels
Kenny 'KennyMixx' Daniels
Mastering Engineer
Matheis "Stafa" Carter
Matheis "Stafa" Carter
Mixing Engineer
Kenny Mixx
Kenny Mixx
Mastering Engineer
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thugger, Thugger, Thugger, baby
[Verse 2]
Mike Will and the Ear motherfuckin' Drums
You know what I'm sayin'?
I appreciate the love, at all times, I promise, yeah
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Ya dig?
[Verse 3]
I feel special (Great)
I feel special
Look at my wrists, fingers, ears, look at my neck glow
I feel special
I feel special
Check out my bitch, check out my pills, keep 'em extra
Keep 'em fresh, my diamonds a massive mess
She says she not goin' for that
She keep her a Smith & Wesson
She keep it so confidential
She erase you with her pistol
My diamonds, they got way bigger
I bought me a tiger, Tigger
[Verse 4]
My diamonds they shine, of course (Thugger)
Fuck her with a charlie horse
Pull up let Lil Dolly bust
.45s in them Calicos
My car sound like Need for Speed
My feet on some Mickey-Ds
He clutchin', he actin' crazy
She want Lil' Lucci to leave
I told her he cannot go
He got to stay with me with .44s
My Forgi sittin' tall like a rollercoast'
These fuck **** slower than rollie pollies
DJ Sky flyin' higher
YSL never tell no choir
She wan' fuck on my meal like Mya
I'm a ninja, little ****
Tell 'em or tell some'n
Walkin' with bells on us
Big B but Chanel on us
Laced up with some L's on us
Motherfucker go crazy, draw down with this steel on him
And I really, really, really can't tell, prepare for jail on him
[Verse 5]
I feel special, I feel special
Look at my wrists, fingers, ears, look at my neck glow
I feel special, I feel special
Check out my bitch, check out my pills, keep 'em extra
Keep them fresh, my diamonds a massive mess
She says she not goin' for that
She keep her a Smith & Wesson
She keep it so confidential
She erase you with her pistol
My diamonds, they got way bigger
I bought me a tiger, Tigger
[Verse 6]
It's Lucci
Pull up in the Tesla (Skrrrt) Yeah, yeah
And if that shit don't impress her, my swagger on special
You coverin' that ho, tryna wrestle
She on her knees like she want me to bless her
I'm tryna get in her drawer, like a dresser
I fuck that bitch like I'm tryna impress her
Whoo, look, shout out to Thugger
'Cause bitch I'm a thug, and they that I'm covered
He blood like we brothers
You **** ain't tough
You fuckin' with us, we gonna bust like a bubble
Ballin' on them like the Rucker
Lollipops, you **** suckers
Keep that MC Hammer, you can't touch us
Woah, my swagger mean as a jerk
I'm poppin' tags like they Percs
My bitch ain't best, she the worst
One of her bags half a bird
Pull out the Audemar, my diamonds water, water
You would think that I could surf
I'm the same ****, had the work
And I serve a **** like Lurch
Swerve
[Verse 7]
I feel special, I feel special
Look at my wrists, fingers, ears, look at my neck glow
I feel special, I feel special
Check out my bitch, check out my pills, keep 'em extra
Keep 'em fresh, my diamonds a massive mess
She says she not goin' for that
She keep her a Smith & Wesson
She keep it so confidential
She erase you with her pistol
My diamonds, they got way bigger
I bought me a tiger, Tigger
[Verse 8]
I got a K and it's special just like its a cereal
I'm looking down on you peasants because I'm the king
And I'm the superior
You know I got shooters on top of the roof
And you think that I'm playin', I'm serious
I'm on the Percocets and Vicodin
I'm addin' up money, not minusin'
I got a bad bih, look Kylie Jenner
It's a millionare club, and you not a member
We slayin' your ho put that dick up in her
Don't try me lil' ****, I recommend it
Fifty thousand for the Audemar Piguet
You thinkin' 'bout robbin' ****
Better abort the mission like you killin' children
'Cause I got that semi, Grinch stole Christmas
Send my shooter through your chimney
She fucked a star and tried to keep the condom
I fucked the ho after hours like aroma
Coca-Coca comin' from Tijuana
My wrist is sick, sometimes I wanna vomit
Got the pump in my trunk, I'm not talkin' about Donald
I want a island bitch, come here, Rihanna
I got out of jail, screamin', "Fuck that, Your Honor"
[Verse 9]
I feel special, I feel special
Look at my wrists, fingers, ears, look at my neck glow
I feel special, I feel special
Check out my bitch, check out my pills, keep 'em extra
Keep 'em fresh, my diamonds a massive mess
She says she not goin' for that
She keep her a Smith & Wesson
She keep it so confidential
She erase you with her pistol
My diamonds, they got way bigger
I bought me a tiger, Tigger
Written by: Braylin Philip Bowman, Jeffrey Williams, Michael L. Williams
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