WAWA
6ix9ine
GENRE
[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
They be sayin' this and that, all that shit is cap
Pull up on 'em real rough like where the energy at?
I shot you, I robbed you and y'all ain't do nothin' back
Remember that? Niggas lacked
Y'all ain't do nothin' back but make tracks
Suck dick, nigga, eat my sack
I shot at all y'all rappers, real life, no cap
The feds charged me for that, a whole fuckin' case
So eat a dick, lil' nigga, don't watch my face
Ain't no pity, black, run up on a nigga, give me that
Where your jewelry at? Stupid lil' nigga, give me that
Where your blicky at? Pull up on him, make it brr-at
Bitch, you know that when I see you we gon' make it brr-at
I got this fifty, fifty, fifty shot, make it Milly Rock
Silly Blicky, caught a glizzy shot, made him Diddy bop
Still be posted by the chicken spot, got my city hot
Silencer, that shit on "Shh" while this .40 pick a shot
I got this Mickey, Mickey, moppy-moppy-mop-mop
Look, you could catch a shot-sh-shot-sh-shot-shot
Watch him twirl, then he drop-d-drop-d-drop-drop
I got the game on lock-l-lock-l-lock-lock
It's fuckin', Tr3yway!
[Verse 2: Lul Timm]
Bitches think I'm tiring, add 'em in
Ain't that a bitch, look at the cha-cha, 'cause I'm in it
6ix9ine put me on Wawa, you hammin' this
6ix9ine looking for lala, you panicking
Shawty wanna [?] meal, then suck dick
[?] Brazilian butt lift
But you ain't got no life, or no jumper
And you ain't got no knife, or no thumper
[Verse 3: Lul Timm]
(gang)
Free shotti [?] when it's all done
Lul Timmy, I get this gram and y'all run
Big semi, demonstrate where the [?] (brrat)
I'm big cripping, not to mention we'll beat you
I'm so alive, last in the [?]
So cover up these hoes, pronto pronto
Gun down, gloves up, do it for glonzo
Brrat brrat brrat, do it for quando
They be sayin' this and that, all that shit is cap
Pull up on 'em real rough like where the energy at?
I shot you, I robbed you and y'all ain't do nothin' back
Remember that? Niggas lacked
Y'all ain't do nothin' back but make tracks
Suck dick, nigga, eat my sack
I shot at all y'all rappers, real life, no cap
The feds charged me for that, a whole fuckin' case
So eat a dick, lil' nigga, don't watch my face
Ain't no pity, black, run up on a nigga, give me that
Where your jewelry at? Stupid lil' nigga, give me that
Where your blicky at? Pull up on him, make it brr-at
Bitch, you know that when I see you we gon' make it brr-at
I got this fifty, fifty, fifty shot, make it Milly Rock
Silly Blicky, caught a glizzy shot, made him Diddy bop
Still be posted by the chicken spot, got my city hot
Silencer, that shit on "Shh" while this .40 pick a shot
I got this Mickey, Mickey, moppy-moppy-mop-mop
Look, you could catch a shot-sh-shot-sh-shot-shot
Watch him twirl, then he drop-d-drop-d-drop-drop
I got the game on lock-l-lock-l-lock-lock
It's fuckin', Tr3yway!
[Verse 2: Lul Timm]
Bitches think I'm tiring, add 'em in
Ain't that a bitch, look at the cha-cha, 'cause I'm in it
6ix9ine put me on Wawa, you hammin' this
6ix9ine looking for lala, you panicking
Shawty wanna [?] meal, then suck dick
[?] Brazilian butt lift
But you ain't got no life, or no jumper
And you ain't got no knife, or no thumper
[Verse 3: Lul Timm]
(gang)
Free shotti [?] when it's all done
Lul Timmy, I get this gram and y'all run
Big semi, demonstrate where the [?] (brrat)
I'm big cripping, not to mention we'll beat you
I'm so alive, last in the [?]
So cover up these hoes, pronto pronto
Gun down, gloves up, do it for glonzo
Brrat brrat brrat, do it for quando
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