Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Spec, artist - SkrapzDate of issue: 26.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
High Spec |
| Brush my hair quite a lot, been a wavey yute |
| Caramel jawn and she wavey too |
| On beating, IG peek tings |
| Screen snapping bruddas just to show me who’s creeping |
| Big chains ain’t nothing new, still shining |
| Slip before, it taught me stay aware of my surroundings |
| Been a young entrapreneur, who you doubting? |
| Don’t tell me bout ounces, I shot houses |
| I’m passed it, miss me with your mix-up |
| Skrapz is back and so’s Chipmunk |
| Who wan fi dis, a bunfire sizzla |
| Cali kush through the Royal Mail to my rizla |
| New spice said she want see me urgent |
| Foreign ting minimal English she learning |
| Guten Tag, skrt past in a German |
| 406 on a late night swerving |
| You might see me in the Bimma or the Benz |
| With a lightie or a brownin it depends |
| Tints when I skrt throught the ends |
| Dem a pree we but we na pree dem |
| You might see me in the Benz or the Bimma |
| Cocaine white, black leather interior |
| High spec model with a high spec model |
| And the both of them’s got big body exterior |
| Me and them ain’t cut from the same fabric |
| My fur jacket’s made out of dead rabbits |
| I got bad habits, cos I make classics |
| But I can’t leave the roads like I’m in traffic |
| I skr round town in a black matic |
| Got a big gold chain that’s a pussy magnet |
| Got a darkskin ting with a uni degree and she don’t wear weave but she still |
| ratchet |
| They say I’m gonna blow but I’m still active |
| They think I’m famous but I still take risks in the 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 brownin rise up, I don’t care if you’re sleeping, I pull outside start |
| beeping |
| You might see me in the Bimma or the Benz |
| With a lightie or a brownin it depends |
| Tints when I skrt throught the ends |
| Dem a pree we but we na pree dem |
| You might see me in the Benz or the Bimma |
| Cocaine white, black leather interior |
| High spec model with a high spec model |
| And the both of them’s got big body exterior |
| Niggas can’t spec what I ball like |
| Love me or hate me, I’m Marmite |
| Just jam you jar like |
| Tunnel vision looking ahead while |
| You preeing through my tints at the red lights I skrt off |
| Niggas talk tough but they’re all soft |
| I see through niggas like Smirnoff, I drop birds off |
| Fling the money in the duffel and swerve off |
| I ghost for a minute now I’m back suttin like the return of |
| You might see me in the Bimma or the Benz |
| With a lightie or a brownin it depends |
| Tints when I skrt throught the ends |
| Dem a pree we but we na pree dem |
| You might see me in the Benz or the Bimma |
| Cocaine white, black leather interior |
| High spec model with a high spec model |
| And the both of them’s got big body exterior |