FAX Lyrics – 6ix9ine

Read the full FAX lyrics by 6ix9ine along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy 6ix9ine’s music, you can also explore Buratino and Alhamdulillah, two other songs by 6ix9ine.

Any n!gga ever spoke on me, yeah, they know what’s up
Everything coming to the light, man, the jig is up
N!ggas been pu*sy, big cap, they is not tough
They did what I did, chest out, they is not us
I did what I did and you saw how I stood
They say n!ggas wanna kill me and I’m still living good
Rappers dying every day and I’m still living good
And if I really want to, I go back to my hood
Like what happened? Thought you was a thug, sat down and started yapping
Bite, munch, munch, all you hungry, get to snacking
I been told you ’bout these rap n!ggas, they be capping
Difference between me and n!ggas, I don’t duck action
I really wanna smack ’em
Sipping trunk, lift ’em up, reverse and we clap ’em
Real life slime walk, go get a napkin
Rappers know, I done seen the snake turn a rat
Yo, Gunna Wunna do this, Gunna Wunna do that
N!ggas shoulda, coulda, woulda, shut the fu*k up, you a rat
You did what you did and you can’t take it back
Told the cops, “Don’t tell the world”, n!gga, what the fu*k is that?

The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
Down came the feds and he rat his mans out
I gave you my number, tell me what you want
Don’t tell the world, just please let me out
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
Down came the feds and he rat his mans out
I gave you my number, tell me what you want
Don’t tell the world, just please let me out

I talk facts, n!gga
Before this rap s*it, y’all wasn’t tryna jack n!ggas
I had to shoot n!ggas, rob n!ggas, clap n!ggas
I caught a whole fat case, that’s a fact, n!gga
Everything on video, so you know it’s facts, n!gga
I’m on parole on my doley, still smack n!ggas
Y’all don’t like the truth, so y’all make jokes just to distract n!ggas

If I’m a rat, you a rat, the only difference is I ain’t black
I’ma up it on you, him and that, n!gga
Ha, n!gga, shoot at your mom, now you jack n!ggas
Too many of your friends gave they life to throw you back, n!gga
Why in the cell, in the dirt, you making tracks, n!gga?
Let me gon’ say it, I’ma say it, you a rat, n!gga