Текст песни 6IX9INE - WAKA

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up You a bum and you stressed, and that's why you lost her Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up She gon' eat, you want beef, but this ain't no burger All my songs on repeat, that's what's up, your word up I was young with the heat, walkin' 'round with burners Wishin' I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner [Bridge: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Na-na-oh, nah-oh Na-na-oh, nah-oh Na-na-oh, nah-oh [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy? Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady Heartbreakin' on the daily, can you save me? Why is bitches tryna play me? Are you crazy? I can't let her have my baby, you not my baby I can't let her have my baby, I'm actin' shady Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me? [Verse 2: 6ix9ine] Y'all gotta move, give me some room, I'm 'bout to shoot Boom! Everybody runnin' out the room Boom! Everybody beggin' "Don't shoot" Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you? You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun Run, nigga, if I'm here, don't come Bitch, you was expectin' for me to hit That's a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit [Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Sawed off in the damn drawer Got the .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up Only time she ever call is for the banana I don't even check my call log, I don't answer [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy? Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady Heartbreakin' on the daily, can you save me? [Verse 4: 6ix9ine] Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy? That bitch know I'm number one, like Tracy McGrady Know I got this .380, it's on safety I know all these niggas hate me, won't let it faze me Fuck nigga [Verse 5: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] I'ma swerve in the Maybach, I'ma do some damage Niggas sit the fuck down if you don't understand us I heard niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' run down on us Pull up windows down in the fuckin' Lamb' truck [Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah Scott Storch
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