WAKA lyrics

[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 n*gga cough up
You a bum and you stressed, and that's why you lost her
Met a n*gga from the X, n*ggas 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 b*tch 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 b*tches 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! n*gga, who the f*ck asked you?
You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun
Run, n*gga, if I'm here, don't come
b*tch, you was expectin' for me to hit
That's a dub, I know you put a hole in that sh*t
[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 b*tch 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 b*tch tryna play me? Is she crazy?
That b*tch know I'm number one, like Tracy McGrady
Know I got this .380, it's on safety
I know all these n*ggas hate me, won't let it faze me
f*ck n*gga

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I'ma swerve in the Maybach, I'ma do some damage
n*ggas sit the f*ck down if you don't understand us
I heard n*ggas talkin' 'bout they gon' run down on us
Pull up windows down in the f*ckin' 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