Special lyrics

[Intro]
Can't rush the vibe, Rando, yeah
Yo, yeah
Yo, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, f*ck these n*ggas mean? Yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
f*ck these n*ggas talkin' 'bout, n*gga, huh? (Yeah, yeah, yo, yo)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I hop in the foriegn and crank that, Soulja Boy, tell 'em (Soulja Boy, tell 'em)
I nut all in the ho face, that b*tch ain't special (That girl ain't special), nah, nah
Four exotic blunts straight to the face, I don't smoke no regular (I don't smoke no regular), yeah, yeah
This Cuban chain on me a choker like Conor McGregor (Conor McGregor), yeah
And the blunt I'm rollin' is a Tropical, b*tch, I'm a winner (b*tch, I'm a winner)
I been in the trap finessin', I'm not a beginner (Ayy, yeah)
I shoulda got down with the Klan 'cause I hate all these n*ggas (Hate all these n*ggas)
When I'm on the way to the back end I got K's on the Sprinter (K's on the Sprinter, rrah)

[Verse]
I really was robbin' and killin', I'm not a pretender (Not a pretender)
I'm askin' the Lord to forgive me, I know I'm a sinner (I know I'm a sinner), yeah
Buy a drop-top in the summer, buy fur in the winter (Buy fur in the winter), yeah
Get in the kitchen with a pot and I put in that work in the blender (That work in the blender), yeah, yeah
When I take that b*tch out, let it drown, see it's the crystals (I see it's the crystals), yeah, yeah
I need all my trap n*ggas go straight from the center (Go straight from the center), yeah
We trappin' and thuggin' like, f*ck it, we buggin' the system (We buggin' the system), yeah, yeah
I sell crack to your daddy and aunties, Cat p*ss to your sister (Cat p*ss to your sister), yeah, yeah
All in traffic we clutchin' we catch 'em, shoot up his vehicle (Shoot up his vehicle, rrah)
But you know it get ugly when two-two-threes come through your window (Come through your window), yeah, yeah
Heard his b*tch was a rider, well, f*ck it, then she gon' die with 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you know I get muddy, I never just pour up a little (Not just a little), yeah, yeah, yeah
They just flex with them guns on the 'Gram, baby, they ain't no killers (Baby, ain't no killers), yeah, yeah, yeah
And I used to be broke, but now I keep racks in my pillows (I keep racks in my pillows), yeah, yeah, yeah
I just put up a fifty, I feel like I just popped two jiggas (I popped me two jiggas), yeah, yeah, yeah
If I keep handlin' business, this sh*t'll just only get bigger (It'll only get bigger)
And I'm a boss, won't let nothin' hit 'em, yeah
[Chorus]
I hop in the foriegn and crank that, Soulja Boy, tell 'em (Soulja Boy, tell 'em)
I nut all in the ho face, that b*tch ain't special (That girl ain't special), nah, nah
Four exotic blunts straight to the face, I don't smoke no regular (I don't smoke no regular), yeah, yeah
This Cuban chain on me a choker like Conor McGregor (Conor McGregor), yeah
And the blunt I'm rollin' is a Tropical, b*tch, I'm a winner (b*tch, I'm a winner)
I been in the trap finessin', I'm not a beginner (Ayy, yeah)
I shoulda got down with the Klan 'cause I hate all these n*ggas (Hate all these n*ggas)
When I'm on the way to the back end I got K's on the Sprinter (K's on the Sprinter, rrah)