Wassa - Pressa, T Dub

Oh, I’m little Wassi

In two-point-five seconds like the sink

Ba-Ba-Ba-Bah!

(Oooo 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