
6ix9ine, Adin Ross & Cuffem –「BACON」Lyrics
He went to jail, he on some, "Alhamdulillah, Inshallah, bismillah"
When you was gang, it was no, "Allahu akbar," all this all of Allah
Now it's, "As-salamu alaykum," wasn't you just eatin' bacon?
I hate a pussy nigga fakin', I dead just saw you eatin' bacon
I dare a nigga try to play
Niggas got ninety days 'til I'm back
Yeah, I got all the time 'til that day
Word to my mother, niggas is gay (You gay)
Move back, who that?
Niggas gon' do what? I'm way too tact'
Baow, pussy get shot to his face
Shoutout to Don Julio, now I'm actin' foolio
She want some money, me no dummy, me no estúpido
She want some Casamigos, so to my casa we go
Adin and Cuffem, three hoes
I'm in the back getting cracked off of Tito
So dance on the wall, shake it
Get you a bag, break it
She wanna rap, save it
Bitch, you gotta fuck if you tryna make it
So dance on the wall, shakе it
Get you a bag, break it
She wanna rap, savе it
Bitch, you gotta fuck if you tryna make it
Nigga, I'm black
Where the fuck my Scat?
Where the fuck my lean?
Nigga, free my dad
Nigga, free my pops, we don't fuck with the cops
Fuck Tjay, that nigga an opp
Almost lost his life over chips and guac
He ain't get to dip his chips in guac
Fuck that, you know I'm a jew
Beef with me, you know I'ma sue
Cease and desist, he ain't know what to do
These German bitches, they wanna fuck on a jew
Fuck Doechii, dirty bitch bottin' her views
Dirty bitch, dirty bitch bottin' her views
Dirty bitch, dirty bitch bottin' her views
Dirty bitch, dirty bitch bottin' her views
So dance on the wall, shake it
Get you a bag, break it
She wanna rap, save it
Bitch, you gotta fuck if you tryna make it
So dance on the wall, shake it
Get you a bag, break it
She wanna rap, save it
Bitch, you gotta fuck if you tryna make it
Lyrics Meaning
The lyrics paint a confrontational portrait of street authenticity and hypocrisy. The narrator directly calls out a rival for suddenly adopting Islamic phrases and greetings ("Alhamdulillah," "As-salamu alaykum") after a life of crime, accusing them of performative faith by reminding them, "wasn't you just eatin' bacon?" This charge of being a "pussy nigga fakin'" is central, framing the speaker as someone who values realness over posturing. The verse then shifts to boasts of violence, tactical skill, and hedonistic indulgence with women and alcohol, establishing a persona of ruthless, pleasure-driven dominance.
The second part of the track blends braggadocio with cultural declarations and personal vendettas. The narrator asserts his identity ("Nigga, I'm black") while demanding his vices ("Where the fuck my lean?") and calling for the freedom of incarcerated family. He dismisses rivals, mocks their misfortunes, and makes provocative claims about his own background ("you know I'm a jew... I'ma sue"). The repeated hook reduces the music industry to a transactional, sexualized game, telling a woman, "you gotta fuck if you tryna make it." Overall, the lyrics create a jarring mix of accusation, violence, cultural pride, and unapologetic materialism.