Wag ’N Bietjie

Lyrics

[Intros: Costa Titch] Yes sir! Bling blaw, bling blaw (Ti-Ti-Titch!) (Wag 'n bietjie ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) [Chorus: Costa Titch] Wag 'n bietjie Wag 'n bietjie Wag 'n bietjie Wag, wag, wag Wag 'n bietjie, wag Wag 'n bietjie Wag 'n bietjie Wag 'n bietjie Wag, wag, wag Wag 'n bietjie, wag [Post-Chorus: Costa Titch] Bad B lit (Lit-lit) Yeah she lit (Lit-lit) Wag 'n bietjie Bad B pull up with the stick (With the stick) Bad B lit (Lit-lit) Yeah she lit (Lit-lit) Wag 'n bietjie Bad B pull up with the stick (Pull up with the stick) [Verse 1: Costa Titch] Promo vid out here lookin' like an album drop Find me at the top All your new shit flop Mina ngiNkalakatha, ASAP with the fuckin' rocks Big rocks big ice, I'ma get unlocked Wag 'n bietjie, I'm in Essence with the chopper One drop, I get booked up for the summer Runner-up but I'm fuckin' up the commas Eish shit, all you one hit wonders yeah We lit, Titch Gang my gang, we strong Hit the Swoosh, rockin' Alexander Wang (Wang-Wang) [Ngazos tshela] Wena u na manga Pocket fat like DJ Khaled, got no hunger [Chorus: Costa Titch] Wag 'n bietjie Wag 'n bietjie Wag 'n bietjie Wag, wag, wag Wag 'n bietjie, wag Wag 'n bietjie Wag 'n bietjie Wag 'n bietjie Wag, wag, wag Wag 'n bietjie, wag [Post-Chorus: Costa Titch] Bad B lit (Lit-lit) Yeah she lit (Lit-lit) Wag 'n bietjie Bad B pull up with the stick (With the stick) Bad B lit (Lit-lit) Yeah she lit (Lit-lit) Wag 'n bietjie Bad B pull up with the stick (Pull up with the stick) [Verse 2: YoungstaCPT] Wait a bit When I'm on track then it's duidelik Put the plate on your lap then flavour it Now savour it I'm your favourite I'm so dangerous On a microphone I'm a menace You should know my name, I draag kinders I'm a little rough around the edges Smoking a record like Benson & Hedges with effort To your discredit, how can you master a style I invented? I don't need Megan, I am a Stallion Running the track and you coming in second Look at the trophies that I have collected I am a legend, I'm very impressive You are pathetic, you cannot be measured The Cape Crusader, I'm all the Avengers and you must be jas I'm a iPhone plus I'm much too much My screen don't touch Slow down don't rush I wrote this verse in pyjamas I remember when Costa was a dancer And now you all getting shots Oh baas! Hou vas! Wag [Chorus: Costa Titch] Wag 'n bietjie Wag 'n bietjie Wag 'n bietjie Wag, wag, wag Wag 'n bietjie, wag Wag 'n bietjie Wag 'n bietjie Wag 'n bietjie Wag, wag, wag Wag 'n bietjie, wag [Post-Chorus: Costa Titch] Bad B lit (Lit-lit) Yeah she lit (Lit-lit) Wag 'n bietjie Bad B pull up with the stick (With the stick) Bad B lit (Lit-lit) Yeah she lit (Lit-lit) Wag 'n bietjie Bad B pull up with the stick (Pull up with the stick) [Verse 3: Costa Titch] Wait a minute I'ma pop off in a minute All these hyped up homies, they ain't got a chance to win it Man they locked up in the studio, we see they can't perform Man they shit just ain't on form They won't last, they ain't that long Need a legend in the business Titch gon' take it to the top Promised mama I'ma make it I'ma come home with a lot B! [Outro]