6ix9ine, A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - WAKA текст песни

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 Pax, 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
But she not gon' wish for anything like Timmy Turner
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain-piece like he Brady
Heartbreaking 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 nothin' shady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?
Y’all gotta move, give me room or I’m 'bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody running out the room
Boom! Everybody begging, «don't shoot!»
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?