6ix9ine – Shaka Laka Lyrics

(feat. Kodak Black & Yailin la Mas Viral)

Oh you said sum
Oh you on red rum

Oh you said sum
Oh you on red rum
I got this glocky on my hip it’s spitting venom
Oh you got hit up n**** don’t think that it’s special
I hit your block and dumped the blicky at the fed oh
Oh yeah oh yeah
Hit’em out the phantom
Hit’em out the phantom
Hit’em out the phantom

Oh you said that you the big shotta the don dadda
Boom boom shakalaka meet this big choppa
Round of applause make it clap wocka wocka
All that stupid n* heard was rrra rrra rrra Hit the drop Bend the block Get the chop Make it pop If you see the cops n* ssh don’t make it hot
Red dot green dot put it on a n* top Red light green light we always on go n**
Stay with a pole n* even on parole n*
Shawty sent the low then we show up at the door
N* bad bitch such me up suck a n* soul N****
How she just tell me she a bitch when I just hit her

Oh you said sum
Oh you on red rum
I got this glocky on my hip it’s spitting venom
Oh you got hit up n**** don’t think that it’s special
I hit your block and dumped the blicky at the fed oh
Oh yeah oh yeah

N* how you lose your bitch to a snitch I’m a one man army I ain’t never need a clique I done came a long way from the bricks I don’t give a fuck I’m making million dollar plays with this jit shit And it like we about to hit a lick We going in on a verse we ain’t going in on a brick And quit talking what you do end some shit It ain’t no telling that was you What you n*s woulda did
I gotta eat I’m missing business with the streets
And my lil girlfriend will be wondering a few million sounding sweet
I gotta eat I’m missing business with the streets
And my lil girlfriend will be wondering a few million sounding sweet

Oh you said sum
Oh you on red rum
I got this glocky on my hip it’s spitting venom
Oh you got hit up n**** don’t think that it’s special
I hit your block and dumped the blicky at the fed oh
Oh yeah oh yeah
Hit’em out the phantom
Hit’em out the phantom
Hit’em out the phantom

Ando ready pa’ romperte
Échate pa ya que la presión está caliente
En mi barrio yo partí un par de dientes
Hablan de mi pero no lo dicen de frente
Ando con los gangsters, ando con un flow bien duro que nadie lo aguante
Viral en todos los redes pero la misma de antes
Y como dice Tego “calle pero elegante”
Tengo los shooters shooters shooters por allí
Te hacen placa placa placa delante de mí
Dicen que tu eres un tipo que mata gente pero también hay gente que puede matarte a ti

Oh you said sum
Oh you on red rum
I got this glocky on my hip it’s spitting venom
Oh you got hit up n**** don’t think that it’s special
I hit your block and dumped the blicky at the fed oh
Oh yeah oh yeah
Hit’em out the phantom
Hit’em out the phantom
Hit’em out the phantom