WAKA
6ix9ine Lyrics


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Catch a asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya
Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up
You a bum and you stressed, and that's why you lost her
Met a nigga from the X, niggas 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
Wishing I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner

Na-na-oh, na-oh
Na-na-oh, na-oh
Na-na-oh, na-oh

Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?
Why is bitches 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?

Y'all gotta move, give me some room, I'm 'bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody running out the room
Boom! Everybody begging, "Don't shoot"
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun
Run, nigga, if I'm here, don't come
Bitch, you was expecting for me to hit
That's a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit

Sawed off in the damn drawer
Got a .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

Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?

Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy?
That bitch know I'm number one, like Tracy McGrady
Know I got this .380, it's on safety
I know all these niggas hate me, won't let it phase me
Fuck nigga

I'ma swerve in the Maybach, I'ma do some damage
Niggas sit the fuck down if you don't understand us
I heard niggas talking 'bout they gon' run down on us
Pull up windows down in a fucking Lamb' truck

Oh, 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-na, na, yeah
Scott Storch

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of 6ix9ine's song WAKA are heavy with violent and angry language, and the overarching theme seems to be a declaration of power and dominance. 6ix9ine boasts about his possession of a gun and implies that he's willing to use it, painting a picture of violence and aggression. He also alludes to relationships that have gone sour, suggesting that he has been betrayed by a partner who is now trying to play him. He mentions that this person is calling him wanting to have his baby, but he is not interested in being with them. The chorus is a repetition of "na-na-oh," which could be interpreted as a sort of battle cry.


The verse that follows the chorus is a threat to those who try to cross him, stating that he will catch them off guard with an asthma attack-like ambush. He references his gun again, and how he pulls it out to intimidate others. Later in the song, he further elaborates on the gun by mentioning the specifics of the weapon, saying he's got a sawed-off gun in a drawer and a .30 caliber gun in his pants. The bridge repeats the chorus and outro, mentioning Scott Storch, the producer of the song.


Overall, the lyrics to WAKA are a glorification of street life and an assertion of power and control. It's important to note that the song contains explicit language and violent themes and may be inappropriate for some listeners.


Line by Line Meaning

Catch a asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya
We'll make you feel like you can't breathe when we show up


Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up
We'll scare you so much that you'll start coughing


You a bum and you stressed, and that's why you lost her
You lost your girl because you're broke and unhappy


Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up
I met someone from the streets and now everyone needs to step their game up


She gon' eat, you want beef, but this ain't no burger
She's getting what she wants while you're fighting for something you can't have


All my songs on repeat, that's what's up, your word up
I'm so popular that people can't stop listening to my music


I was young with the heat, walkin' round with burners
When I was young, I carried guns around with me


Wishing I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner
I wish I had the power to make my wishes come true like Timmy Turner from The Fairly OddParents


Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Why is this girl trying to mess with me? Does she not know who I am?


Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
I have a small gun in my cargo pants, like a member of the Navy


Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
I'll put a gun to his head like Tom Brady


Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?
My heart is broken all the time, can you help me?


I can't let her have my baby, you not my baby
I can't let her have my kid, she's not my girl anymore


Y'all gotta move, give me some room, I'm 'bout to shoot
Clear the way, I'm going to shoot someone


Boom! Everybody running out the room
Everyone's scared and running away after the gunshots


Boom! Everybody begging, "Don't shoot"
People are pleading with me not to shoot them


Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
I don't care what you have to say


You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun
You're a loser, don't mess with me or I'll use my gun


Run, nigga, if I'm here, don't come
You better run away and not come back while I'm here


Bitch, you was expecting for me to hit
You thought I would fall for your trap, but I didn't


Sawed off in the damn drawer
I keep a shotgun in my drawer


Got a .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up
I have a gun in my underwear, and I need to hold my pants up because of it


Only time she ever call is for the banana
The only reason she calls me is for sex


I don't even check my call log, I don't answer
I don't care who's calling me, I won't answer


That bitch know I'm number one, like Tracy McGrady
That girl knows I'm the best, like Tracy McGrady in basketball


Know I got this .380, it's on safety
I have a gun for protection, but it's on safety


I'ma swerve in the Maybach, I'ma do some damage
I'm going to drive recklessly and cause destruction in my Maybach car


Niggas sit the fuck down if you don't understand us
If you don't know what we're about, sit down and be quiet


I heard niggas talking 'bout they gon' run down on us
I heard people saying they're going to come after us


Pull up windows down in a fucking Lamb' truck
I'm going to pull up in a Lamborghini with the windows down


Scott Storch
The producer of this song, Scott Storch




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, CREATE MUSIC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Andrew Green, Artist Dubose, Daniel Hernandez, Julian Gramma, Scott Spencer Storch, Vincent Van Den Ende

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