6ix9ine — WAWA DJ Tr3yway version

[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 Sara Molina want a Brazilian butt lift But you ain't got no life, or no jumper And you ain't got no knife, or no thumper (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