6ix9ine - Wawa

They be sayin' this and that, all that shit is cap
Pull up on 'em real life, 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-pat, 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 him Milly Rock
Silly Blicky, caught a dizzy shot, made him Diddy bop
Still be posted by the chicken spot, got my city hot
Silencer, that shit go "Shh," but this .40 pick a shot