Saint-HYBRID(ft.Waz)

Yoo, it's Waz!!! I hope you enjoy this project that I've been working so hard on. Special thanks to Brgne (Producer), Saint, and my manager for helping me throughout this amazing project!

(On all platforms soon)

Written and Performed by: Wassim Bennis

Mixed, Mastered, and Recorded by: BRGNE 

Connect with Waz:
Follow my Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/_imwaz_/
Follow my Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/wazzy-508345702
Snapchat username: Skwassim

Follow Brgne's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/brgne_/
Follow Saint's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/_its_saint/
Follow my manager's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bennis_si/

Lyrics: 

Verse 1:

(Bow, bow)

(Me writing this song making a mad ting, when I walk in a room I shine with no bling)

(I shine, I shine, I shine)

(Yo it’s Waz)

Lemme strap in, so I’m locked in 

The clip in my dot-dot that im firin (Bow, bow)

You know we don’t do no baby stuff, shank, skeng, Rambo, only shit that’s violent 

Lurking, lurking we silent 

In the booth with my bois trapping n rhyming, time starts flying, so get shit priming, a lot of tings may be happening

Change the subject? (Summer summer)

This girl’s a bummer, you know imma dump her (Pop, pop, pop)

Once I see a leng ting I become a lover (Love, love)

I catch feelings fast I’m like a thunder 

It’s hot girl summer, put the ugly bitches under a cover

U mess with one of us we make you suffer 

Fuck a sket, I keep a brother (My brudda)

Verse 2:

Bitches would do anything for the guap 

Me n my guys grind and we don’t stop  

Rapping, Business, anything we don’t flop 

We would never flop, till we get to the top
   
We ain’t pussies we don’t call no fed

You get in our way, you turn my Rambo red (Pop, pop)

Wakey, wakey in a hospital bed 

That’s where you’re born, and that’s where you’re dead
   
(You know who I am, I’m fucking Waz!)

Me writing this song, making a mad ting

When I walk in a room, I shine with no bling 

(I shine, I shine, I shine)

Me writing this song, making a mad ting

When I walk in a room, I shine with no bling 

Verse 3:

I’m loco loco, with a strap in my back, shoot at ur bredrins, hurt them poco (Grr, grr)

One shot, 12 gauge, it don’t matter the age, won’t flip the page, I’ll make sure u blow (Baw, baw, baw, baw)

Load the .44 crash corn, confetti

Get set, get ready, my Glock is steady

Bare tings call me a player 

Mad ting I’m a pussy slayer

I might talk to a girl for 14 days, but after that, that’s the end of the trial (That’s the end)
 
I’m better than that (censored) bitch cuz I got better style and smile (Pshh)

I ain’t done nothing wrong check my file 

But anyone come for me, I’ll get out the rifle 

Who’s bad? I’m bad, like Jackson Michael

R.I.P M.J he was my idol

Verse 4:

You know we don’t take no baby steps

Man lept on deck, when you lot slept (You lot slept)

When you lot slept, take away my dreams I’ll aim and press

Bro bro don’t need no beef I do tings brief don’t make no scene (No, no)

Less talk more swing that time of the month I’ll make man bleed (Bleed)

No effort, no struggle I spit in the booth I got potential (I’ve got it)

In the ends I take those risks that no one takes make no mistake (I don’t)

In the end I take your bitch don’t give no hate, appreciate (Haha)

When I send for man, I chase him down, and make man drown I’m never late (Baw, baw, baw, baw)

Verse 5:

Pop the bottle I like that pagne that sweet that nice flavor insane (Pop, pop)

I-bun-dat-ting all night all day I get bare frazzed okay okay (Okay)

I tell her you’re my first but I second guess, I need my 3rd and 4th hop on my stick and give it a lick, tell me you’re done imma ask for more 

Snitches get stitches bare bitches want all my riches (They want it)

Been burning bridges with witches called them my misses (Hah) 

Gave them kisses and inches they gave me hisses fucking snakes (Hah)

I take the piss and french kiss her and leave her missing 

(Grr, Grr)

(Yo it’s Waz)