Pressa, T Dub (3L) - Wassa lyrics

Oh, I'm little Wassi
In two-point-five seconds like the sink
Ba-Ba-Ba bah! (O-o-o-o J Mak)

I'm a Wassa
In two-point-five seconds like the sink
I'm a monster and swear to God
Ain't talking ink dodging coppers
Reason why my skin ain't got no ink
Go get Wass'd up
Shoot a nigga dead before he blink
I'm a Wassa
In two-point-five seconds like the sink
I'm a monster and swear to God
Ain't talking ink dodging coppers
Reason why my skin ain't got no ink
Go get Wass'd up
Shoot a nigga dead before he blink

Ain't a game, what you think
Bullets comin' at your ting
No comin' back to my ring
Hate to brag, I do my thing
I'm not someone, I'm a thing
Chinese shooter, call me Ling
I'm not someone you gon' smoke
I'm not someone you gon' drink (Ba ba bah)
And my heart colder than rinks
Every time I hit the block
My neck water like the sink
He want drift, he in
Thirty shots, call it the zing
He want war, I'm in
Shooting guard, bro on the wing
He a clown, he IT
Dodging bullets, now he dip
And I'm sick with it tag a nigga, now he it
I am the plug, chain on my neck, that a pug
I live by my gun, how could I die by the gun

I'm a Wassa
In two-point-five seconds like the sink
I'm a monster and swear to God
Ain't talking ink dodging coppers
Reason why my skin ain't got no ink
Go get Wass'd up
Shoot a nigga dead before he blink
I'm a Wassa
In two-point-five seconds like the sink
I'm a monster and swear to God
Ain't talking ink dodging coppers
Reason why my skin ain't got no ink
Go get Wass'd up
Shoot a nigga dead before he blink

I'm a Wassa
They don't want no actions, want no smoke
Shoot him right in front his folks
Make him do the folk
My shooters don't provoke
I got shooters on parole
Check the score, check the score
Bet you miss your broski i'm little Wassi
Reason why my gun is never clean
Super swag from head to toe
Bitch, I feel like Mr Neat
300 grams on my neck
Now I feel like Lil Reese
Double U, that's double V
Shoot shit up when I'm with Leaks
Kwasi Skene google him and google dream
And they way they shootin' shit
They shoulda made the shooting
I got choppers in the S
I got shooters in the E
Broski weage, super keys
Cuban links, Wassi piece gang, gang

I'm a Wassa
In two-point-five seconds like the sink
I'm a monster and swear to God
Ain't talking ink dodging coppers
Reason why my skin ain't got no ink
Go get Wass'd up
Shoot a nigga dead before he blink
I'm a Wassa
In two-point-five seconds like the sink
I'm a monster and swear to God
Ain't talking ink dodging coppers
Reason why my skin ain't got no ink
Go get Wass'd up
Shoot a nigga dead before he blink