Do what I wanna

[Intro: sixzino]
I do what I wanna
Do what I wanna
Do what I wanna
I just do what I wanna

[Chorus: sixzino]
Huh, yeah, I do what I wanna
I blew up a rack, I made it right back 'cause I do what I wanna
Yeah, I pop Dior tags, I drip too hard, bitch, I'm feelin' like Gunna
(Yeah, yeah)
Fe-feel like Batman (Batman, Batman), bat on my back when I run up the hunnas
Just say the word, she'll do it for me, for Lil' Z, she a runner
Look at the work rate, up 'til the sun up
Cook up a beat, like, call me a drummer
Niggas been knowing, they call me the youngest G.O.A.T
I was low-key gettin' bags on the low
Huh, like a baller, bitch, I'm on go

[Verse]
Walk in the spot like Henry, I was in the game since like fourteen
Yeah, I got the spotlight on me
Cameras, they flash like TMZ (Woah)
The-these niggas not on my team
This shit exclusive; VIP, yeah
I got the motion movin'
I cannot lose this, this what I need
Off-off-off of the ket, she lose it
Shawty going crazy, she out of her body
I-I don't know why niggas snoozin'
They steady losin', sorry, not sorry
I'm rockin' L.G.B. on my body
Fried as fuck, bitch, I look like a zombie (Huh)
Me and twin like Ben and Holly
6 got motion like it's a hobby

[Verse 2: SINN6R]
Huh, like, huh
Call this that motion music
Money in the bag, got a zoot, bill, twos-it
Guns, money, opps, funny
Talk on the 'Gram, bare talk won't do shit, huh
6 gonna come up, you're snoozin'
Popping medication, turnt up
Cppo on the beat, take a seat, too often
Too soon gonna eat, bare fiends like I’m up
New ride buckle up, thot wan’ huggle up
Guns in the room, on me, wanna suck it up
[?], pop a xan, snooze when I’ve had enough
Bae-bae had a great deuce of the Robituss'
Got drugs in my system like Gus, on a new wave, yeah they don’t like us
She go crazy and I just might buss
You can’t stay, don’t hop on the night bus
I was sixteen, Zino sixteen, I was just popping a bean at his age
[?], I just bruk up the cage
Room full of demons, back out the sage
[?] calling me Loski, emo nigga, go blame it on [?]
3 years on still on the same stage, no traction, bro get the fuck out my page

[Chorus]
(Get the fuck out my page)
Huh, yeah, I do what I wanna
I blew up a rack, I made it right back 'cause I do what I wanna
Yeah, I pop Dior tags, I drip too hard, bitch, I'm feelin' like Gunna
(Yeah, yeah)
Fe-feel like Batman (Batman, Batman), bat on my back when I run up the hunnas
Just say the word, she'll do it for me, for Lil' Z, she a runner
Look at the work rate, up 'til the sun up
Cook up a beat, like, call me a drummer
Niggas been knowing, they call me the youngest G.O.A.T
I was low-key gettin' bags on the low
Huh, like a baller, bitch, I'm on go