High Spec (feat. Chip)

Brush my hair quite a lot, been a wavy yute

Caramel jawn and she wavy too

On beatin', IG peek tings

Screen snappin' brothers just to show me who's creepin'

Big chains ain't nothing new, still shinin'

Slip before, it taught me stay aware of my surroundings

Been a young entrapreneur, who you doubtin'?

Don't tell me 'bout ounces, I shout houses

I'm passed it, miss me with your mix up

Skrapz is back and so's Chipmunk

Who wan for dis, a bone fire sizzle

Cali Kush through the Royal Mail to my rizla

New spice said she want to see me urgent

Foreign ting minimal English she learnin'

Guten Tag, skirt past in a German

406 on a later night swervin'

You might see me in the Beamer or the Benz

With a lighty or a bownin' it depends

Tings when I skirt though the ends

Dem my pre, we rolling up, pre dem

You might see me in the Benz or the Beamer

Cocaine white, black leather interior

High spec model with a high spec model

And the both of them's got a big body exterior

Me and them ain't cut form the same fabric

My fur jacket's made out of dead rabbits

I got bad habits, 'cause I make classics

But I can't leave the roads like I'm in traffic

I skirt around town in a black 'matic

Got a big gold chain that's a pussy magnet

Got a dark skin ting with the Uni degree

And she don't wear weave but she still ratchet

They say I'm gonna blow up but I'm still active

They think I'm famous but I still take risk

In a league of my own I'm like Chip

I got big guns, ammunition and clips

Late nights, on the backroads creeping

I treat the weekdays like weekend

For my brown and rise up

I don't care if you're sleepin'

I pull up outside start beepin'

You might see me in the Beamer or the Benz

With a lighty or a bownin' it depends

Tings when I skirt though the ends

Dem my pre, we rolling up, pre dem

You might see me in the Benz or the Beamer

Cocaine white, black leather interior

High spec model with a high spec model

And the both of them's got a big body exterior

**** can't 'spec why I ball like love me or hate me

I'm on, might jam your jaw like

Tunnel vision lookin' ahead

While you peerin' through my tents at the red lights

I skirt off

**** talk tough but they all suffer

I see through **** like Smirnoff

I drop birds off

Fling the money in the duffle and swerve off

I ghost for a minute now I'm back so I'm like the return of

You might see me in the Beamer or the Benz

With a lighty or a bownin' it depends

Tings when I skirt though the ends

Dem my pre, we rolling up, pre dem

You might see me in the Benz or the Beamer

Cocaine white, black leather interior

High spec model with a high spec model

And the both of them's got a big body exterior