Video Spc de Ac3beats 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ac3beats - Spc Lyrics

[Intro: Chuuwee]
Aye
Great

[Verse 1: Chuuwee]
How many days did it take for the snake
To rear her sexy ass face in the place
It's been a long while, I've been MTV Made
I stay in a new city and I stayed the same
Hustle for a check, EL_Ch3z stay payed
I'm looking for these bitches that I knew in tenth grade
I'm looking for the tweed, no sticks, no seeds
Third degree burns got my mind on ease, ah
So what's up with the tweed?
I need an OZ, no sticks, no seeds
Stay PI, handle my BI, since I was knee-high
I keep it double-OG
'Scuse me, you don't want no beef
Got gas for these pussies so I call his ass queef
Chief Keef, smoke loud ass trees, RIP to my nigga Ashley

[Chorus: Chuuwee]
Money always on my mind, I don't know about churn (?)
If it's paper to be made, you can bank that I'm gon' earn
I got smoke inside my face, girl, you know I like to burn
I ain't got nothin' on the trees right now
If you tryna' blow it down, then we finna smoke yours
Puff, puff, pass, I'm high
Puff, puff, pass, I'm high
Bong rips to the face, I may have just died
Smokin' dabs from the vape, I think I'm finna fly
[Verse 2: Trizz]
Get down cuz I said so, stick ups if my bread low
I get high and I get low, I get drunk I get slow
Motivated, medicated, elevated, I stay faded
Shame ain't it? Always wasted
All this fuckin time wasted
Still famous, still made it
Hoe ass niggas, they still hatin'
Written In Smoke, she still play it
Her nigga mad, he fuckin' hate it
Eat a dick, you fuckin' hater
Pimp nigga, I'm fuckin' player
Use a bitch, then fuckin' play her
Open legs, I fuckin' ate her
Dumb it down for you slow niggas
Talk shit to you hoe niggas
Rap with only these dope niggas
We kick back and we smoke, nigga
Co-llab, we won't, nigga
Unless you got that dough, nigga
Chances are, you don't, nigga
I tell you about these broke niggas

[Chorus: Chuuwee]
Money always on my mind, I don't know about churn (?)
If it's paper to be made, you can bank that I'm gon' earn
I got smoke inside my face, girl, you know I like to burn
I ain't got nothin' on the trees right now
If you tryna' blow it down, then we finna smoke yours
Puff, puff, pass, I'm high
Puff, puff, pass, I'm high
Bong rips to the face, I may have just died
Smokin' dabs from the vape, I think I'm finna fly