6ix9ine Kanga Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna]
Trapped on one stop, served my own block
Bought my own watch (Own), loaded Glock
Lettin' that thing pop (Pop), they can't freeze us (Freeze us)
Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (See us)
Twelve knocks, f_cked the dirty cops (Hey Michael)
They can't seize nothing
Big shot, f_ck that little thot
I don't need y'all
I stay high, f_cked her and forgot, like amnesia
Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh?
Went and got, Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh?

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
The streets so cold, gotta ride wit' a pole
Gotta stay ready for the smoke, 'cause n_ggas tryna take my soul
I can't go, thought n_ggas was my bros, but they changed though
N_ggas don't know sh_t 'bout that
How the f_ck a n_gga switch like that?
Gotta ride with a stick 'bout that
Put a rip from the hip like that
Keep it around me, I can't never lie
N_ggas around me, they stay with the strap
Move from around me, or you could get whacked
I see an opp and I'm leaving my flight, oh-oh

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Percocet b_tches on me, I'm a walking brand
Stacking these bands, show like 80 a grand
Hoes in the sprinter van
Pulling up spraying, puttin' hoes in the trash cans
I'ma erase your man
Gunna again, I ain't never follow your trend
N_gga, you do what you can

[Chorus: Gunna]
Trapped on one stop, served my own block
Bought my own watch (Own), loaded Glock
Lettin' that thing pop (Pop), they can't freeze us (Freeze us)
Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (See us)
Twelve knocks, f_cked the dirty cops
They can't seize nothing
Big shot, f_ck that little thot
I don't need y'all
I stay high, f_cked up and forgot, like amnesia
Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh?
Went and got, Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh?

[Verse 3: 6ix9ine]
I can't sleep, just took 'em off the team
Had to break it down to three, get on one knee
I prayed to the lord that he'd watch my family
Thinking this b_tch gon' wait on me
Thinking my fans remember me
Thinking my friends remember me
N_gga, don't switch up on me
Can't tell me sh_t, 'specially not no b_tch
Ten for ten with this sh_t
I'ma still drop these hits
I'ma still pop my sh_t
Got a Draco with the kick
Glock .30, hollow tips
Ride around with that sh_t all on my hip
See an opp, let it hit
Lately, I been on some s_ck my d_ck sh_t

[Outro: 6ix9ine]
B_tch, I'm stressing, oh, b_tch, I'm stressing
Mama saying, "Don't cry, count your blessings"
I can't sleep, I can't sleep
Hey, Michael
I can't, uh