​euphoria lyrics

[Verse 1: Specxfic]
I can't say too much, 'cause my n*ggas, they be makin' noise (Oh yeah)
Watch how I jump out the bed with a Glock-19 like it's BO4 (BO4)
Play her like strings, I ain't talkin' guitar
You on Earth but I'm somewhere on Mars (Somewhere on Mars)
You might see me and che up in charts
Ain't nothin', but I'm goddamn sure

[Verse 2: che]
Can't f*ck with no goddamn whore, you know
Give me that ball, I'ma score, you know
It's 4ersona, I'm throwin' up four, you know
I'ma shoot out the Rue like Euphoria
And I did it again, thought I f*cked on your friend, b*tch, you don't even know how the story go
And it's like little Spec, he don't run out of drink, so I told that lil' n*gga to pour me up
I-I-o-oh, uh, I got a Glock like it's BO3
This is 4ersona, you not on my team
I got a Glock and it came with a beam, green

[Verse 3: Specxfic]
Hе ain't even on my team
Hе ain't even try to win, I said it again
I had to cut off some friends
Demon in my phone talkin' 'bout a plan (No, yeah)
Yeah, feel like Duwap Kaine
He tryna run, but no, he can't (Yeah, yeah)
I'm stuck in a box in ways (Bee)
I'm stuck and I'm lost, some ways (Bee)
My b*tch, she mad she lost some weight
He want a feat, it's gon' cost some weight
Jump in the sauce and I lost him, wait
[Verse 4: che]
Hop out, we goin' like all the way
b*tch, I'ma ball, Penny Hardaway
She made me throw all my heart away
I had to go through the harder days
I got a pole, say he part of me
I'm a real n*gga, it's part of me
Got Number (N)ine with the Prada jeans
He saw my check then I started s-s—

[Verse 5: Specxfic]
Tell that n*gga, "We is not the same"
Me, che, and Kash going all the way
Told that baby, "I'm one call on the way"
n*ggas be sleepin', I'm quite awake
Bipolar, I told her "I'm lyin', I think"
b*tch, I'm wearing Mink, and Prada my jeans
Told her "Bless me up" like a n*gga done sneezed
She f*ck with the gang 'cause we buzzin' like bees

[Verse 6: che]
And most of these n*ggas, they not on my rank
Bottega, it's pink, she wet like a sink
Get put on a tee, like give me your ring
I got a lil' broad and she Vietnamese
That b*tch a toosie, like I'm a disease
I hop right on Grailed just to cop me a piece
And my n*gga hungry, I told him to feast
Get shot in the lung, he can't even breathe (Squeeze)
[Verse 7: Specxfic]
And you know it don't please her
Bape on me, please don't touch my jacket or my t-shirt (Damn)
I hear most these laughing n*ggas, it's funny I don't need them (Damn)
Trackhawk way too fast, I was like, "No, I didn't see them" (Damn)

[Verse 8: che]
All over on my (Tee, yeah), most of these n*ggas, they can't see me
With Spec, I feel like—, 'cause these n*ggas wanna be me
And my b*tch a Barbie like she came from Ganja
He want a feature, n*gga, we gon' fine him (Ooh)
Lil' b*tch on me got designer
And I been servin' all these n*ggas like diners
With a chop' on me
I made a milly, don't rock on me
I got like two, no 'Pac on me
And I can't name a n*gga that's stoppin' me
And she wanna f*ck ('Kay), flock on me
I been on top, now that that lil' b*tch, she toppin' me
Lil' b*tch I made it, don't f*ck with no flopperies
I just might catch me a body, that Glock on me

[Verse 9: Specxfic & che]
They call me the bandman
Me and che got bands, man (Yeah-yeah)
They don't understand, man
I'm too hot, no fan-fan
I got the drank like Kankan
My b*tch she bad, and she slammin' like Pam, Pam (Pam)
b*tch, I'ma shoot out the roof when I point it like Xanman
My tint is dark, like it came with a tan, man (Tan, man)
I said "Just give me one chance"
Put him right in a trance
Slime in the room, all red
I can't f*ck with a fan
Three on his head like Chance
He'll slide wit' yo' mans
I promise it really depends
Slide with a MAC, won't last
[Verse 10: Specxfic]
We can't have no truce, no
We might shoot on mute (Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Wrist hurt when I shoot (Wrist hurt when I shoot)
Ricks look like a boot (Ricks look like a boot)
I can't even choose, huh (Damn)
​che just got a .38 (Damn)
Might aim at your medulla (Damn)
Told her I ain't knew her (Damn)

[Verse 11: che]
Choppa got yellow-green beam, like Jamaica
b*tch, I'm a god, man, I feel like the savior
And I go to Balenci' to get that sh*t tailored
"Romani, Spec, what the f*ck is you sayin'?"
I get you gone for a band and a band
Don't f*ck with n*gga like Ku Klux Klan
Give a f*ck what you sayin', I'm smokin' his pack, gang