High Spec - Skrapz, CHIP

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