เนื้อเพลง Kanga - 6ix9ine

[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