BILLY lyrics - 6ix9ine
[Shotti & (6ix9ine):]
That's my word, get up in they face
Talk your shit, let your nuts drag, nigga
These niggas just runnin' out they fuckin' mouth, man
Follow protocol, Blood, get in they fuckin' chest, nigga
(Scum Gang!)
We the fuckin' M.O.B., nigga
These niggas bleed different
We don't bleed, nigga
We make niggas bleed, Blood
TR3YWAY
[6ix9ine:]
These niggas say they heard of me, I ain't heard of you
Get the fuck up out my fuckin' face, 'fore I murder you
Bitch niggas always jackin' Blood, but I know they fu
Whole squad full of fuckin' killers, I'm a killer too
Sending shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, nigga
Everybody gettin' pop, pop, popped, nigga
The thing go "rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah," nigga
We send shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, nigga
It's always 6ix9ine this and 6ix9ine that
Niggas on my dick and on my yack
These niggas lookin' for me, you could hit my jack
I done dropped my address, y'all know where 6ix9ine at
I don't flock, yeah, nine to his back like Ibaka
Baka, not nice, with the fuckin' choppa
Pop 'em, scope on the nigga, who shot ya?
Dropped him, somebody call a fuckin' doctor!
Dick up in the pussy, bet that shit get gushy, gushy
She want the whole gang bussin' all in her pussy
I want the drip, drip while I get my dick licked
Lil' sick bitch, lickin' on my dick tip
She a freak ho, fuck her, she on beast mode
Arch your back, put your hands on your knees, ho
I'm on beast mode, shoot you through your peep-hole
Said he want smoke, I don't really see it though
These niggas say they heard of me, I ain't heard of you
Get the fuck up out my fuckin' face, 'fore I murder you
Bitch niggas always jackin' Blood, but I know they fu
Whole squad full of fuckin' killers, I'm a killer too
Sending shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, nigga
Everybody gettin' pop, pop, popped, nigga
The thing go "rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah," nigga
We send shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, nigga
GUMMO lyrics - 6ix9ine
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Scum Gang
Pop these niggas like a wheelie nigga, you a silly nigga
In the hood with them Billy niggas, and them Hoover niggas
You run up and they shooting niggas, we ain't hooping nigga
Yo KB, you a loser nigga, up that Uzi nigga
On the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone
She wanna fuck but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
Man, that's really all I use her for, then I kick her out the door
I don't want her, you can keep the whore, she fiending for some more
In New York my niggas don't Milly Rock, my niggas money bop
Blow a case a nigga throwing shots, I run 'em off they block
Quarter milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
Niggas talking 'bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
I don't fuck with no old hoes, only new hoes
Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
I don't love her that's a sad hoe, she a bad hoe
I'mma fuck her then I dash home to the cash hoe
I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out... but I fucked that nigga bitch
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy uh
Got blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Move milli, all my niggas on fifty, uh
Talk down, you silly, uh
Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
Spinning through ya block like a pop shove it
Shoot at me I'm shooting back, I'm getting buckets
I ain't wanna take his life but nigga, fuck it
I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out... but I fucked that nigga bitch
I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out... but I fucked that nigga bitch
Scum Gang
RONDO lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Tory Lanez & Young Thug)
[Tory Lanez:]
I'ma do my dance in a bit (I'ma do my dance)
She front on me, I throw bands at the bih
All up in my pants and I'm rich (yeah)
All up on the couch standing on shit, yeah
Pay me in advance, off rip (off rip)
Tell lil' mama do the dance on this dick (dick)
Shooter with me, got his hands on the (skrr)
Brrt brrt, we ain't throwin' hands in this bitch, no (throwin' hands)
We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch
Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands)
Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick
Handstand off the bando, this shit lit, lit
[6ix9ine:]
I ain't playing with no wannabe tough nigga
I ain't playing with no wannabe thug nigga
In the hood you a rat, you a dub nigga (fuck nigga)
I stay with the blicky, glttt-pow, are you dumb nigga?
If a nigga try and front me, let him do, let him do
Standing right in your face, nigga do what you do
Big homie look at me, like shoot, I'm like "who?"
I got the Big-Mac, kick-back, blow your whole shit back
Bitch move
When I walk up in the room, bitch move
Who was talkin' jockin' this shit, like boom
Bet he want static 'til they see me, like move
But there he go right there bo-bo-boom
[Tory Lanez:]
We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands)
Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands)
Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick
Handstand off the bando, this shit lit, lit
We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands)
Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands)
Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick
Handstand off the bando, this shit lit, lit
[Young Thug:]
I got my money in my
Bitch, I said I got my money in my Bentley (yeah)
I got Rolls Royce's, I got coupes, I paid tuition (skrr)
My diamonds 12 different colors like a sissy (ergh)
Yeah, Patek Philippe's, I forgot to mention (Philippe's)
I got suspended, I didn't have to do the dishes (yeah, yeah)
I did it up and I didn't never ever listen
20 cars deep, we ain't worried about winnin' (nah)
6ix9ine (yeah), bang red like Heinz
I'm a snake, nigga 6 shots in ya spine
Money call me, I'ma pick up every time (brrt, brrt)
And I got a bands in this bitch, yeah
[Tory Lanez:]
We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands)
Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands)
Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick
Handstand off the bando, this shit lit, lit
We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands)
Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands)
Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick
Handstand off the bando, this shit lit, lit
KEKE lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Fetty Wap)
[6ix9ine:]
Scum Gang!
I'll be on the block on the regular
With my niggas busting at the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular
Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular
Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular
Bare faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular
Yeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular
Niggas want war yeah, kick the door yeah
Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake 'em off yeah
I'm still in the hood yeah, bussin' juggs yeah
Rollin' through the city, yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want that bitch back, I don't chit-chat
Run up here? Click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain't a hot boy, I'm a block boy
Double trigger Glock, make him Diddy Bop, boy
[Fetty Wap:]
Nigga we be busting at the opps, on the regular
Nigga we be ducking from the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick and giving top on the regular
Shit that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular
Nigga if it's coming from my spot it ain't regular
Someone's will is on a different side, it ain't regular
You can't take the money when you die, it ain't regular
Niggas with me really ready to die on the regular
Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (yeah)
Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah
Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (yeah)
Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet
Different colored coupes, shmoney on the floor yeah
They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah
They know I'ma ball like LaVar (ay)
'Bout to take a trip to the stars
Let a nigga drip in designer
Ay, makin' money, flip for the mob
[A Boogie wit da Hoodie:]
I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mm yeah
Shmegular, that's regular, mm yeah
I hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeah
If I'm a player, you a slut, ooh yeah
I told my .38 "I love you"
That's my baby, when I pull up she pull up too
See the, Hermes on the buckle, and a
Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah
Leave 'em wetter, let it rain, nigga
Put the thirty to your motherfuckin' brain nigga, ah
I'm runnin' around with the same niggas
Same niggas that'll take a nigga chain, nigga
Huh?
93 lyrics - 6ix9ine
Scum Gang
Bang! Run up, kick the door
Bang! Fuckin' up that pole
Bang! Nigga want that smoke
Bang! Niggas do that talk
Bang! Fuck all that talking, let's go
Bang! Niggas don't want war
Bang! Fuck all that talking, let's go
Bang! Niggas don't want war
TEKA$HI69 don't fold, boy
TEKA$HI69 on "go," boy
TEKA$HI69 tote poles, boy
Tekashi gon' let that go, boy
With that black .44, boy
Shoot you through your cross, boy
Leave you in a hole, boy
You gon' get exposed, boy
Pull up with the Glocks out, red dots out
Pull the mops out and the chops out, niggas air it out
Go all out, when we back out, that's a blackout
Shooters all go, they don't clock out
That's–That's a man down, when we rain down
We don't play around, you get laid down
You gon' stay down, throw shade now
Get flamed now, you erased now
Leave you face down on the playground
Pull up on a nigga, two-deep
Niggas talkin' shit so I wanna' go see 'em
In a nigga city, ride around with the heat
Pop out, Glocks out, niggas ain't tryna speak
Fire on me, boy must be brazy nigga, uh
Rainbow lasers nigga, uh
Cut your face with a razor nigga, uh
Ambulance can't save you, nigga
Bang! Run up, kick the door
Bang! Fuckin' up that pole
Bang! Nigga want that smoke
Bang! Niggas do that talk
Bang! Fuck all that talking, let's go
Bang! Niggas don't want war
Bang! Fuck all that talking, let's go
Bang! Niggas don't want war
Boy, you know you ain't thuggin', nigga
You ain't really on nothin', nigga, you don't want no trouble, nigga
You a fumble, nigga, you don't want it with my huddle, nigga
Under pressure, you'll crumble, nigga
Quit frontin', nigga, boy, you need to be humble, nigga
Ten toes, I don't stumble, nigga, double-double, nigga
Ten shots, ten clips, one clip, I don't got no jumper, nigga
Man, I swear this shit no fair
You don't wanna end up in them crosshairs
Leave a nigga froze up in his Moncler
ACOG on his mug, make 'em more clear
And I swear that the niggas deserve it, uh
Niggas they snakes, they serpents, uh
They pussy and that is my verdict, uh
Retaliate then we burnin' 'em
I bust and I know that I'm hurtin' 'em
She suckin' him off the Percy, uh
She love me, she say I'm so perfect, uh
That's your bitch? She suckin' my posse up
We squaded, we lookin' like a mafia
I'm booted, I pop me a molly, uh
I'm geekin', I'm rowdy, I'm fired up
I wish a little nigga would try and run up
Bang
DOOWEE lyrics - 6ix9ine
Phosphate
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah get that aye
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah clip that nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah drop that nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah pop that nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah drop that nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah pop that nigga
Scum gang!
Cut you his eyes like Denzel huh
Kick at you kickflip huh
I don't cut him up got the supersoaker huh
Make a nigga run, Usain Bolt huh
Trade A up on my hip though uh
Clip looking like Mandingo huh
Run his ass up no homo uh
Make a nigga wish he had a raincoat huh
If you up to something we gon' get to bussin'
My niggas pull up and shoot you and your cousins
We could get to thumpin no further discussion
On the block drummin' shoot you in your stomach
Scum gang bloody, scum gang cousins
Throw it up nigga show 'em how we coming
All my niggas rocking, all my niggas thuggin'
[?] pistol buggin, this is how we comin'
Don't be on my block checkin' all fool shit
You gon' get buck fifty in your face call me split
I don't fuck with bitch niggas when I'm around, niggas dip
I don't fuck with broke bitches, when I'm around bitch dip
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah get that aye
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah clip that nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah drop that nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah pop that nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah drop that nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah pop that nigga
KOODA lyrics - 6ix9ine
Scum Gang
Niggas runnin' out they mouth but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on sangre
We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
Shit, my pockets on a runnin' man, fuck a rubber-band
I'ma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan man
Need the drugs, I'm the Xan man, I'm the damn man
I roll up, I'm gon' be booted, stupid, and shoot it stupid
Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid, I really do this
If I tote it then you know I shoot it, and I'ma prove it
Back, back, don't be movin' stupid, or I'ma use it (squad)
Dicky stiffy, uh, that shit get some licky, uh
Lil bitty, uh, bust all on her titties, uh
She a skeezer, uh, really don't need her, uh
Bust then I leave her, uh, she a little eater, uh
Get back, kickback, blow your shit back, uh
Rip that, take that, flip that, send that, uh
223 hit, where your clothes at? Uh
Scum Gang 'bout that Fendi, fin-act, uh
Niggas runnin' out they mouth but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on sangre
We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
You can talk hot on the internet, boy
That's that goofy shit, we ain't in to that, boy
Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy
You can talk hot on the internet, boy
That's that goofy shit, we ain't in to that, boy
Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy
Niggas runnin' out they mouth but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on sangre
We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
BUBA lyrics - 6ix9ine
Scum Gang
MJ
Feral
Slumped up, slumped up try not to get fucked up
Slumped up, slumped up try not to get fucked up
Slumped up, back up, 'fore you get your head bust
Slumped up, back up, 'fore you get your head bust
Got this FN on my body, if you feeling froggy
Got my gang right beside me, ready to catch a homi-
If you run up bitch I'm sorry, don't be moving wonky
Got this bitch all on my body, bitch get off my body
Get the fuck up out my whip
'less you tryna suck my dick
'less you tryna fuck my clique
'less you tryna stack this brick
'less you got shit I can sniff
'less you got shit I can taste
I might cut more off my waist
Get the fuck up out my face
When the k cock, it's a dirt nap
And if you catch me without that
Get hit in the cap
With a motherfuckin baseball bat
Dooby racks
4,5,6
That's a head cracked
That's a fact, that's a fact
Slumped up, slumped up try not to get fucked up
Slumped up, slumped up try not to get fucked up
Slumped up, back up, 'fore you get your head bust
Slumped up, back up, 'fore you get your head bust
MOOKY lyrics - 6ix9ine
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth
We gon' stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth
We gon' stomp that nigga out (We gon' stomp that nigga out)
Pull up to the party off a molly (of a what?)
Pull up to the party in a 'Rari (skrt!)
Heard it's niggas in there actin' rowdy (Actin' rowdy)
So I'm bouta go do somethin' about it (Somethin' about it)
I'ma pull up with the 30 stick, with the collin' kit
Stephen Curry, how I'm shootin' shit
I can't fuckin' miss
I'm off a perc moving ridiculous, I think I'm seein' shit
Off half a piece, swervin' in the fuckin' Benz
Countin' up Benjamins (what!? what!?)
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What!?)
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What!?)
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What!?)
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What!?)
Stomp that nigga out (Out!)
Stomp that nigga out (Out!)
Stomp that nigga out (Out!)
Stomp that nigga out (Out!)
Pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth
We gon' stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth
We gon' stomp that nigga out (We gon' stomp that nigga out)
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What!?)
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What!?)
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What!?)
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What!?)
What!?
What!?
What!?
What!?
GUMMO (Remix) lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Offset)
[6ix9ine:]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum, it holds fifty, uh
Scum Gang
Pop these niggas like a wheelie nigga, you a silly nigga
In the hood with them billy niggas and them hoova niggas
You run up and they shootin' niggas, we ain't hoopin' nigga
No KB, you a loser nigga, up that uzi nigga
On the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone
She wanna fuck but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
Man that's really all I use her for as I kick her out the door
I don't want her, you can keep the whore, she fiendin' for some more
In New York my niggas don't Milly Rock, my niggas money bop
Blow a case a nigga throwin' shots, I run 'em off they block
Quarter milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
Niggas talking 'bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
I don't fuck with no old hoes, only new hoes
Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
I don't love her that's a sad ho, she a bad ho
I'ma fuck her then I dash home, to the cash ho
I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out... but I fucked that niggas bitch (Offset)
[Offset:]
Diamonds hittin' (hittin')
When a boss talk bitch listen, huh (hey, hey)
We get yo biscuit, huh (biscuits)
I sic out my dog they vicious, huh (grr)
Fuck these bitches (huh)
Had to run out the bag in the kitchen (huh)
My nigga on stick shift (huh)
Get Earl off nigga on some real shit (huh)
Blow up the NAWF
It's all in the [?]
Let me see [?]
30 on my Glock
Plug em like a sock
Trap out the pot
Carbon grip the car
Trap whip the marks
My rock a mili
I take care a village
My bitch the realest
Wraith cost half a mili (wraith)
Hermes belt lizard
My bitch blooded like Clifford
Lambo speed shifting
Get shot in your back like Ricky (bah)
Glock 40 give you a hickey
Smoking on cook like a hippy
She smoke on the dope on a [?]
We haul it up first then we blitzing
RIP to Pistol
Get wacked off when I was with him
You got caught down back you a victim
Niggas ain't showing no sympathy
Better think twice before dissing me
[6ix9ine:]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Move milli', all my niggas on fifty, uh
Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
Spinning through ya block like a pop shove-it
Shoot at me I'm shooting back, I'm getting buckets
I ain't wanna take his life but nigga, fuck it
I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out... but I fucked that nigga bitch
I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out... but I fucked that nigga bitch
Scum Gang
CHOCOLATÉ lyrics - 6ix9ine
Pussy niggas don't want no smoke
Pussy niggas don't want no smoke
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want none, no
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want none, no
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want none, no
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want none, no
Fire on a nigga if he fuck with my soldier
Try and play me like a pussy nigga, but it won't work
If you need a plate, then you could hit me on my turf
I need twenty-five, try to stick me and that gun burst
I need all of mine, try to try me and it's Columbine
Let that ruger fly, automatic popping at your guys
You gon' lose a guy, 'tato on the barrel, give 'em fries
On that type of time, for my wodie, that's my fucking slime
On that type of shit, pulled up bloody, you get crucifixed
Bet I come equipped, we got extendos, we got extra clips
We tote all types of shit, 357 blow your ass, lil bitch
We ain't calling quits 'til you end up in a coffin, bitch
I lose my shit when I let that fo' five go
I'll blow that bitch, knock the beef out your taco
You know what time it is when we pull up that tahoe
Unload that dirty clip and I'm busting out hollows, that's how it go
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want none, no
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want none, no
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want none, no
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want no smoke, they don't want none
They don't want none, no
Pussy niggas don't want no smoke
Pussy niggas don't want no smoke
Scum Gang!
GOTTI lyrics - 6ix9ine
Got me, got me Rollie
Ya can't even afford it though
Got me, got me, uh
Gotti got it, uh
Gotti got it
Came up blood gang, 30 bang, Scum Gang
Big choppa, big thang, let your nuts hang
Who they? Don't say, BBA change your mood, aye
Anyday, Gotti Gotti, cookin' up, speed it up
Double cup, xanny cup, booted up, mollied up
Molly up, break it up, cop it, then I serve it up
Give it up, Gotti Gotti
Fuck with my day ones
Yeah you know I flooded the chain once
Got the money and I split it with day ones
She ain't fuck me back when I was lame, nah
Yeah you know I do my dance (do it)
In the club (aye), throwin' dub
Rack it up (rack it), shake it up
Watch me do it, how I bust it up (up)
I mix it hard, then I hit her with the blicky, uh
So drip it, drip it, drip it, drip it
You ain't got no money, you can keep her
Bitch, I got my Nina, I'ma squeeze her
If you really wanna meet her, she a greeter
It was really nice to meet ya, I don't need ya (I don't need her)
I pray to God that my niggas gon' eat (I pray to god)
I pray to God that my family gon' see (I pray to god)
Prayin' that the lord take a chance with me
Wouldn't come when I was up
I was on the wrong things
I ain't silly, ain't no dumb nigga, are you dumb, nigga?
Are you stayin' with that pump, nigga? Fuck is up, nigga?
Is you mad, you's a fuck nigga, I don't trust niggas
Scum Gang, chew 'em up, nigga, we don't fuck witcha
Okay, my blood gang, 30 bang, scum gang
Big choppa, big thang, let your nuts hang
Who they? Don't say, BBA change your mood, aye
Anyday, Gotti got it, cookin' up, speed it up
Double cup, Xanny cup, booted up, mollied up
Molly up, break it up, cop it, then I serve it up
Give it up, Gotti Gotti
Gotti got it
Who, who really with the money, money?
Who, who really with the Gotti Gotti?
Who, who really with the money, money?
Ooh, do my dance, hit my things
Break these bands, hunnid bands on my thing
Mollied up, molly up, give it up
Cop it, then I serve it up
Give it up, really with the Gotti, Gotti
Who, who really with the Gotti, Gotti?
Who, who really with the...
69 lyrics - 6ix9ine
She suck my dick until she choke
She drink until her liver pop
I swear I only love her when that key up in her fuckin twat
Bust it open bring it back, [x4]
I eat her with my golds in I fuck her till she swolen [x2]
Bust it open bring it back [x4]
She callin me, texting me
Blowing up my fuckin phone
I ain't even fuck that bitch
All I did was catch the dome
Steady knockin on my door
I ain't even fuckin home
Bitches swinging on my dick
Won't leave me the fuck alone
Bitch leave me the fuck alone, bitch leave me the fuck alone
Im just riding with my dogs
We just tryna catch a bone
Just a squirrel in this world
Tryna bust a fuckin nut
I see you and fuck a smut
Why you fuckboys comfort smuts
Nigga where they do that at
When the mack clap its a dooby wrap
It's a death move black so u better run that for my death boys make that ruger clap
Don't make me take my razor and open your face up
Don't make me take my razor and open your face up
Fronts and G's and grills homie
Scum life this ain't trill homie
Give a fuck about how you feel homie
Got a 38. And some pills on me
Got a lesbian bitch, suckin my dick
She know I ain't shit but she still on me
Still on me, still on me
She know I ain't shit but she still on me
She suck my dick until she choke
She drink until her liver pop
I swear I only love her when that key up in her fuckin twat
Bust it open bring it back, [x4]
I eat her with my golds in I fuck her till she swolen [x2]
Bust it open bring it back [x4]
Bitch gave me the twinkle
Cuz she don't wanna wait in line
I told her patience is a virtue
Baby you should take your time
Quit wasting mine
Wallah Dan from that Scumgang69
Scum life till the day I die, Scum life till the day I die
My momma told me change my life
But did I listen, hell no
My preacher told me change my life
But did I listen, hell no
My teacher told me change my life
But did I listen, hell no
I rep that Scum life 69 until I burn in hell yo
She suck my dick until she choke
She drink until her liver pop
I swear I only love her when that key up in her fuckin twat
Bust it open bring it back, [x4]
I eat her with my golds in I fuck her till she swolen [x2]
Bust it open bring it back [x4]
Aulos Reloaded lyrics - Vladimir Cauchemar & 6ix9ine
Yeah, greatest rapper alive, greatest rapper alive
I wanted her, she ain't want me, ooh
Now she want me, I don't want her, ooh
Girl on my phone, can't stand her, ooh
If it ain't money don't call me, ooh
Big bank, chase bank, Billy gang, ooh
Face tats, Scum Gang, Fendi gang, ooh
If a nigga want smoke, I'll hit him with the deuce-deuce
Deuce, spread, spread, can't stand beef, ooh
Sucking my dick, yeah, the sloppy, the toppy
The voppy, the woppy, she a skeezer, uh
She off of the Molly, I'm off-ing them shawties
I'm catching a body, she want all of the blue
Hundreds I'm thumbin', I'm busting, she suckin'
Can somebody pass me a water or something?
Rosé I'm sippin', I'm pimpin', I'm pimpin'
I'm fucking these bitches, I'm sippin', I'm mixin'
Vladimir Cauchemar, yeah
Let that shit bre-e-e-athe
I wanted her, she ain't want me, ooh
Now she want me, I don't want her, ooh
Girl on my phone, can't stand her, ooh
If it ain't money don't call me, ooh
Big bank, chase bank, Billy gang, ooh
Face tats, Scum Gang, Fendi gang, ooh
If a nigga want smoke, I'll hit him with the deuce-deuce
Deuce, spread, spread, can't stand beef, ooh
Sucking my dick, yeah, the sloppy, the toppy
The voppy, the woppy, she a skeezer, uh
She off of the Molly, I'm off-ing them shawties
I'm catching a body, she want all of the blue
Hundreds I'm thumbin', I'm busting, she suckin'
Can somebody pass me a water or something?
Rosé I'm sippin', I'm pimpin', I'm pimpin'
I'm fucking these bitches, I'm sippin', I'm mixin'
Sucking my dick, yeah, the sloppy, the toppy
The voppy, the woppy, she a skeezer, uh
She off of the Molly, I'm off-ing them shawties
I'm catching a body, she want all of the blue
Hundreds I'm thumbin', I'm busting, she suckin'
Can somebody pass me a water or something?
Rosé I'm sippin', I'm pimpin', I'm pimpin'
I'm fucking these bitches, I'm sippin', I'm mixin'
Yeah, greatest rapper alive, greatest rapper alive
Vladimir Cauchemar
Ed Banger Entertainment, yeah
TR3YWAY!
Blood Walk lyrics - 6ix9ine (Rich The Kid's "Plug Walk" Freestyle)
Akademiks music
Suwoo!
Gltt, brra, brra, brra, brr, brr
Let's bang, nigga
Blood walk
They don't really understand how my fuckin' blood talk
Red flag, red Chucks, where the motherfuckin' blood walk?
When you hear "Suwoo", that's the motherfuckin' blood call (suwoo! yeah!)
100K, you can come and book a nigga for a blood walk
Damo Prende motherfuckers
This is that Black Wall Street
That bad-ass motivation
That Nine Trey gangster shit, baby
This is TR3YWAY!
I keep a red flag hangin' out my backside
Only on the right side, yeah, that's the Blood side
And I'm bangin' East-Side
Shoutout to the West-Side, but I'm bangin' Red-Stuy
Nigga, I ran into the blood (to the blood)
I done ran into the cuz (to the cuz)
Get it, cuz, show me love (show me love)
So we both throw it up (ooh)
Suwoo, you gon' hear that (you gon' hear that)
When a nigga "woo", nigga, "woo" back (nigga, "woo" back)
La-di-da-di, love to party (they love to party)
Ayo, Shottie, start the party (boom, boom, boom)
Blood walk
They don't really understand how my fuckin' blood talk
Red flag, red Chucks, where the motherfuckin' blood walk?
When you hear "Suwoo", that's the motherfuckin' blood call (suwoo! yeah!)
100K, you can come and book a nigga for a blood walk
Bozoo lyrics - Armoo & 6ix9ine
[Armoo:]
6ix9ine, we gonna make these heaters burst
[6ix9ine:]
You know that shit, back in the store
Get your money up, not your funny up, you on?
My nigga's got a streetsweeper at the whole block
I'll fuck around and blow the whole stock out
Real street nigga, we'll go fuck around and pop out
See them black trucks, we go hop out (hop out)
We go bring them back and we go spin again (spin again)
We ain't hit his head, so we go spin again (spin again)
If she wanna fuck she gotta bring a friend
That bitch she a 5, but off Henny she a 10
[Armoo:]
Nobody can touch my clique
All these other rappers suck my dick
My pockets thicker than your filled up lips
And my homies be shooting you if you keep talk shit
I told you, no respect
Just fill my pockets with stacks
I'ma getting loads up
Guns ready, load up
Netherlands blow up
I ain't working with you punk ass rappers no more (no)
This is my glow up, homie (bitch)
[6ix9ine:]
My nigga's got a streetsweeper at the whole block
I'll fuck around and blow the whole stock out
Real street nigga, we'll go fuck around and pop out
See them black trucks, we go hop out (hop out)
We go bring them back and we go spin again (spin again)
We ain't hit his head, so we go spin again (spin again)
If she wanna fuck she gotta bring a friend
That bitch she a 5, but off Henny she a 10
[6ix9ine & Armoo:]
Armoo got the shotty to your body
6ix9ine and ready for everybody
We gon' fucking slide on these niggas
We won't even take up, pulling the trigger
We gon' make sure we leave these fuck niggas dead
Load the clip up and fill 'em up with lead
Fourty got a whole lot of kickback
Click, clack, run up and make shit back
[6ix9ine:]
My nigga's got a streetsweeper at the whole block
I'll fuck around and blow the whole stock out
Real street nigga, we'll go fuck around and pop out
See them black trucks, we go hop out (hop out)
We go bring them back and we go spin again (spin again)
We ain't hit his head, so we go spin again (spin again)
If she wanna fuck she gotta bring a friend
That bitch she a 5, but off Henny she a 10
COCO lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Yailin la Mas Viral)
Si no te llamé
No vuelva', que no te quiero ver, no te quiero ver
¿Lágrima' pa' qué?, yeah
Si yo nunca lloraré, yo no lloraré, uh-eh
Ni una llamada, como si nada
Y yo te lo digo de frente, a la cara
Pa' mí tú no sirve', no sirve' pa' nada
Y yo a ti te busco si me entran las gana'
Ni una llamada, como si nada
Yo te lo digo de frente, a la cara
Pa' mí tú no sirve', no sirve' pa' nada
Y yo a ti te busco si me entran las gana'
Papi, yo sé, tú me quiere' comer
Tú quiere' de mí, pero no va' a poder
Que tú ere' muy poco pa' mucha mujer
Que tú te hace' el loco, pero tú no ere' él
Baby, yo sé que te quiero comer
Yo quiero de ti, baby, ¿qué vamo' a hacer?
Te beso tu toto, te erizo tu piel
Te hace' la loca, pero va' a volver
Ni una llamada, como si nada
Y yo te lo digo de frente, a la cara
Pa' mí tú no sirve', no sirve' pa' nada
Y yo a ti te busco si me entran las gana'
Ni una llamada, como si nada
Y yo te lo digo de frente, a la cara
Pa' mí tú no sirve', no sirve' pa' nada
Y yo a ti te busco si me entran las gana'
You could pull up later on
You don't be goin' through my phone
Baby, don't leave me alone
I can't trust none of these hoes
Tú no quiere' entender, contigo no vo'a volver
Y lo que un día perdiste otro se lo va a comer
You know I'm your man, yeah, fuck what they say
Said you could do better, baby, ain't no way
Who got you all them diamonds like Rihanna
I got all the fetty, baby, come my way
We can shut it up at Benihana's
Cool up make in water out in the Bahamas
Women so crazy in Bahamas
But we had to run back in Rwanda
Ni una llamada, como si nada
Y yo te lo digo de frente, a la cara
Pa' mí tú no sirve', no sirve' pa' nada
Y yo a ti te busco si me entran las gana'
Ni una llamada, como si nada
Yo te lo digo de frente, a la cara
Pa' mí tú no sirve', no sirve' pa' nada
Y yo a ti te busco si me entran las gana'
Fuck Is You lyrics - 6ix9ine
Bitch it's Wallah fuckin Dan, who the fuck is you
You ain't my motherfuckin man, who the fuck is you
Brought the cannon to the jam, who the fuck is you
Who the fuck is you, nigga who the fuck is you
Don't give a fuck what you sayin, who the fuck is you
We don't know you better scram, who the fuck is you
Scum gang my only friend, who the fuck is you
Who the fuck is you, nigga who the fuck is you
Tekashi69 from that scum squad, Yall niggas don't want no drama
First nigga act touch get on Worldstar, and I put that on my momma
Can't be where I'm at I don't know you
Bet my little niggas run up on you
Theyll leave a nigga flat no warning
Scum gang bitch we on and fuck nigga you don't want it
You can try 69 if you wanna die
All my niggas down for the homicide
Theyll be on a shirt, you be in the church
Dressed up in a box with ya momma cryin
She kissing your corpse, I don't know who you is and you pissing me off
I aim at your heart bullets, rip through your cross
Rip through your heart, stitches can't fix it it's straight to the morgue
Better hope you don't slip and get lost in these parts
Walk through the park after dark catch a spark
Scum is the gang, Praise to allah
Bitch it's Wallah fuckin Dan, who the fuck is you
You ain't my motherfuckin man, who the fuck is you
Brought the cannon to the jam, who the fuck is you
Who the fuck is you, nigga who the fuck is you
Don't give a fuck what you sayin, who the fuck is you
We don't know you better scram, who the fuck is you
Scum gang my only friend, who the fuck is you
Who the fuck is you, nigga who the fuck is you
Fuck Niggas lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. SmooveSmith)
[Intro:]
Scum Gang!
Ayy!
Ayy!
What they talkin' bout?
I ain't come to talk, I came to bang it out (bang it out)
I ain't come to talk, I came to bang it out (bang it out)
I ain't come to talk, I came to bang it out (bang it out)
I ain't come to talk, I came to bang it out (bang it out)
[6ix9ine:]
Boy don't know me, you don't know me
Used to rob niggas on my lonely (on my lonely)
Shoutout Smitty B, that's the homie (he the homie)
Disrespect, boy, you getting buried (ayy)
Sucking 5 dicks, that's that thot shit (that's that thotty)
Ratting on your man, that's that opp shit (that's that oppy)
Riding for 69, that's that squad shit (that's that squady) (Squad!)
On my brother shit, that's that hot shit, ayy
[Smoovesmith:]
Pulled up on your bitch in a rent, ayy
Pulled my dick out, whipped it on her back, nigga call her Kente
Fuck that bitch, what I told your hoe on a Wednesday
Call my phone, she be getting blocked, I'm the candy
Keep them shooters near, opp niggas don't get close to me
Pacman, 'cause I bag the work like it's groceries
Your thot in the spot, sucking cock 'till it's cotton
So, call that bitch, Calvin Johnson, she done dropped the bow
[6ix9ine:]
Hoes already know how it go (ayy)
If you foreign, bitch, you gotta go (gotta go)
Fuck you once, fuck you twice
Pass you to the bros (bros)
Do it all again, that's just how it goes
Tekashi69 get no ass, whatchu talkin' bout?
Tekashi69 fucked your bitch, whatchu talkin' bout?
Fucked her with my jewels in, whatchu talkin' bout?
Let the whole squad get a piece, whatchu talkin' bout?
Let a nigga try me, try me (try me)
Fuck, kill his family, family
I'mma bust a nut in his mommy (his mommy)
Put a young scum in the tommy
Fuck niggas, I don't trust niggas
They some fuck niggas
Scum niggas, chew 'em up nigga
Fuck niggas, I don't trust niggas
They some fuck niggas
Scum niggas, chew 'em up nigga, ayy!
[Smoovesmith:]
Got it poppin' with the plug
Pockets full of dubs
Got up out the slums
I done got it out the mud
You can catch me in your hood
Finessin' for them funds
Lick your whole fuckin' face
Then I pass it to the stove
Got it poppin' with the plug
Pockets full of dubs
Got up out the slums
I done got it out the mud
You can catch me in your hood
Finessin' for them funds
Now it's groupie love
'Cause we do what we want nigga
Yeah, yeah
We do what we want now
We do what we want
We do what we want now
'Cause we do what we want
[6ix9ine:]
Fuck niggas, I don't trust niggas
They some fuck niggas
Scum niggas, chew 'em up nigga
Fuck niggas, I don't trust niggas
They some fuck niggas
Scum niggas, chew 'em up nigga, ayy!
We do what we want now
We do what we want
We do what we want now
'Cause we do what we want
GINÉ lyrics - 6ix9ine
(Ayo, Lenzo got that─)
They be sayin' this and that, all that shit is cap
Pull up on 'em real life, like where the energy at?
I shot you, I robbed you and y'all ain't do nothin' back
Remember that? Niggas lacked
Y'all ain't do nothin' back but make tracks
Suck dick, nigga, eat my sack
I shot at all y'all rappers, real life, no cap
The feds charged me for that, a whole fuckin' case
So eat a dick, lil' nigga, don't watch my face
Ain't no pitty-pat, run up on a nigga, give me that
Where your jewelry at? Stupid lil' nigga, give me that
Where your blicky at? Pull up on him, make it brr-at
Bitch, you know that when I see you we gon' make it brr-at
I got this flicky, flicky, flicky shot, make him Milly Rock
Silly Blicky, caught a dizzy shot, made him Diddy Bop
Still be posted by the chicken spot, got my city hot
Silencer, that shit go, "Shh," but this .40 pick a shot
I got this Mickey, Mickey, moppy-moppy-mop-mop
Look, you could catch a shot-sh-shot-sh-shot-shot
Watch him twirl, then he drop-d-drop-d-drop-drop
I got the game on lock-l-lock-l-lock-lock
Ring around the rosie, still keep it on me
Fuck a lil' semi, nigga, I'm comin' with this choppa
Bullet that just hit him, he won't make it to the doctor
Stand over his body, kick his head like it's soccer
Your man got shot, you made a diss track
Go get a gun and get some get back
Your man got shot, he not comin' back
Go get a gun and get some get back
You a bitch, I knew you wouldn't ride for your homie
I knew you wouldn't ride by your doley
They be on my dick, but if you know me, then you know me
Couple chains, good drip and the Rollie too swollie, look
Big watch, big Cuban, tough ware
Send addy, my guys come in
No smiles, no games, fun where
Die today, can't get away, fuck it
I got this Mickey, Mickey, moppy-moppy-mop-mop
Look, you could catch a shot-sh-shot-sh-shot-shot
Watch him twirl, then he drop-d-drop-d-drop-drop
I got the game on lock-l-lock-l-lock-lock
I got this Mickey, Mickey, moppy-moppy-mop-mop
Look, you could catch a shot-sh-shot-sh-shot-shot
Watch him twirl, then he drop-d-drop-d-drop-drop
I got the game on lock-l-lock-l-lock-lock
Hellsing Station lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. ZillaKami)
[ZillaKami:]
Drugs in my veins taking passage
Laid out trippin flipping addict with the habits
Paid a couple thousand for the casket
Niggas wanna sleep well after living savage
Vertical face split, skip the fuckin case shit
Bags in my eyes and my dreams in the hell pits
Burnin all my pictures from the scenes in the mansion
Using dirty dishes mentally I'm Charles Manson
[6ix9ine:]
Smooth nigga, false step you rise
Don't Move nigga, crosshairs in sight
The Zoo nigga, concrete both sides
Who you nigga, one step you die
Tekashi69 from that scum fuckin squad no doors break the walls scum gang till I fall
[ZillaKami:]
Zilla resurrect outta the crypts
The lochness off rip green yellow the piss
The Palm grip four fifth runnin round in the trench
Want shit talk shit might rip off ya lips
If you god I'm Kratos, the blackest of rose
The flower that bloomed at Selena it's thrown
The Yokai killer creepin in the grove
Y'all niggas pose I'm gone bake in the stove
[6ix9ine:]
Came to the god and ya jaw got bent
Big shit loud like the block got hit
Came outta jail still hitting them licks
Off on bail still flicking that wrist
Want Collabs ain't doin it for nuthin
Wanna meet up scum gang ain't trustin
Gettin beat up nah slick we bustin
Switchblade hip square up I'm cuttin
[ZillaKami:]
Acting like you scum but it ain't in ya veins
Acting like you scum but it ain't in ya brain
Lord of gauze and the God of the pain
Man I draw with force of the four horseman
Hundred to a thousand to the gold fuckin brick
You Fuckin with the rawest of the raw with the grip
With ya white tee cotton and the shit say rip
Ten toes never ever trip bitch
International Gangstas lyrics - Farid Bang, Capo, 6ix9ine, Sch
[6ix9ine:]
Squad!
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY
Farid Bang, what's poppin'?
Shout out to SCH
Capo, let it breathe!
Juh-Dee on the beat
[Capo:]
Helal Money Kartell, die Magnum liegt im Benzer
Capo, 6ix9ine und mein Choya Farid Bang, Chab
Selfmade-Millionär, immer unterwegs wie Weltstars
Salam alaikum, international Gangstas, Gangstas
[Capo (6ix9ine):]
Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (squad!)
[6ix9ine:]
All these pipes in my trunk like I'm plumbin' and shit (stupid)
Spinnin' through your block, sound like we drummin' and shit (come here, bozo)
Boy, this FN got a kick, look like I'm puntin' some shit (grrah)
Sniper on the roof, scope look like he huntin' your clique (grrah)
Baseball bat to his Yankee hat
Make a lil' nigga FaceTime my gat
Pop that shit, he acrobat
Leave a nigga flat on the playground mat
Call 911, but he can't come back
Shoulda never got caught without that
Always got my strap, up that, ASAP
When that Ruger clap, your medulla splat (squad)
None of my niggas got nothin' to lose
They might just up it and dump it at you
All of my niggas, they shootin' to shoot
All of my niggas, they shootin' to shoot (squad)
All I hang with is savages, goons
Really ain't nothin' to up it at you
Pull up and you gon' end up in a tomb
Pull up and you gon' end up in a tomb
Woah, wait, stay with a strap
Woah, wait, I do not lack
Woah, wait, you gettin' clapped
Woah, wait, I do not cap
Woah, wait, I stay with a Ruger
Woah, wait, I am my shooter
Woah, wait, off money, I'm booted
Woah, wait, I told you I'm ruthless (squad)
[Capo:]
Helal Money Kartell, die Magnum liegt im Benzer
Capo, 6ix9ine und mein Choya Farid Bang, Chab
Selfmade-Millionär, immer unterwegs wie Weltstars
Salam alaikum, international Gangstas, Gangstas
[Capo (6ix9ine):]
Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (squad!)
[Farid Bang:]
Oh, nur wegen mei'm Inkassoprogramm
Zeigt mich heute wieder der Verfassungsschutz an (oh)
Los Ángeles, México, Narco-Mula (ey)
Farid Bang, el aléman Chapo Guzmán (ey, ey, ey, ey)
Ich habe paar Mocros mit bei (ey)
Nutte, ich bin loco, will Streit (ey)
Und meine Brieftasche, sie sieht aus
Wie der Kopf von 6ix9ine (ey)
Rapper, sie können die Miete nicht zahl'n
Fahren Benz dank Leasingvertrag
Kommst du in die Hood als Zivi getarnt
Verlässt du sie in 'nem riesigen Sarg (ey)
Baller' gegen Jetlag Lines (Coco)
Mache sie mit Air Max klein (loco)
Damals mit der S6 heim (No-Go)
Heute mit dem S 63 (pow, pow)
Ich mache Welle vor Teenagern
Und täusche bei der Bitch an in 'nem Daimler-Benz
Mach ruhig auf G, gib vor, was zu sein
Was du nicht bist wie'n Geheimagent
Ficke die Mütter der Rapper
Sie wissen genau, dieser Banger ist krank
Ich flieg' nach Amerika, ficke den Jenner Clan
Und den Kardashian-Mann, ey
Woah, wey, Banger Musik
Woah, wey, renn oder schieß
Woah, wey, das Ende vom Lied
Woah, wey, 'ne Menge Profit
[Capo:]
Helal Money Kartell, die Magnum liegt im Benzer
Capo, 6ix9ine und mein Choya Farid Bang, Chab
Selfmade-Millionär, immer unterwegs wie Weltstars
Salam alaikum, international Gangstas, Gangstas
[Capo (6ix9ine):]
Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (squad!)
[Sch:]
Yeux tous rouges comme un blood, fils de pute viens pas dans mon hood
Trois six et j'cause à Ézéchiel, on t'arrache ta mère, la roue tourne
Heavy, heavy, heavy, han, tu la prends, nous, on la tend
Heavy, heavy, heavy, han, tu la prends, nous, on la vend
Du liquide et j'mets des touchdowns, on appuie, y'a pas l'ombre d'un round
Fuck les cops, on a les mêmes armes, enculé des reufs, j'en ai plein l'tard-mi
On appuie, y'a pas l'ombre d'un round, fuck les cops on a les mêmes armes
Pull up sur toi dans mon véhicule, tiens mon doigt
J'mets ta te-tê dans l'réticule, putana
Drive-by 1.3, j'suis sur la moto (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Gang comme Ochoa, crève t'as pas l'choix, il reste que tes photos
Arrête de chanter, nous on fait, nous, on fait vraiment
Tu grimpes sur ma bite, j'passe la six dans mon Fefe blanc
C'est Marseille bébé, criminel jusqu'à Düsseldorf
J'vais rayer ton cuir fils de tain-p', attends qu'j'casse une Smirnoff
[Capo:]
Helal Money Kartell, die Magnum liegt im Benzer
Capo, 6ix9ine und mein Choya Farid Bang, Chab
Selfmade-Millionär, immer unterwegs wie Weltstars
Salam alaikum, international Gangstas, Gangstas
[Capo (6ix9ine):]
Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (squad!)
LANES lyrics - Lil AK & 6ix9ine
[6ix9ine:]
Front line, back line, side to side
You want it? You can get it, we can do this all night
We can do this, Rosa, don't tell your mani
You know I'm Gotti, with the Mulignane
I'm on yo' body, don't tell nobody
Bitch, don't be cocky, I'm on your body
I got this Henny in my cup, I just wanna make love
Don't tell your boyfriend (nah), he don't know nothing
Baby, I don't really wanna fight right now
I just really want you on top right now
Why you really wanna run your mouth right now?
I just really want top right now, yeah
So move it closer (Move it closer)
Let me control 'ya (Let me control 'ya)
Just let me hold 'ya (Just let me hold 'ya)
'Till this beat gets over ('Til the beat gets over)
[Lil AK:]
I been sippin' Henny all night
And it got me feeling alright
Henny real nice, got it on ice
Beat the pussy pretty, all night
Fuck around and make you my wife
Change your life, I can really change your life
Put you in a brand new ride, heels real high
Girl, them Hollywood hills high
Put you on a private flight (Aye!)
I could put you in the sky
I could get ya real high
Put you on a private flight
No more Spirit Airlines
I like the way you move your hips
Down to the way you bite your lips
I got the Henny in my cup, you know I don't give a fuck
Don't tell your boyfriend that I'm still fuckin'
[6ix9ine:]
Baby, I don't really wanna fight right now
I just really want you on top right now
Why you really wanna run your mouth right now?
I just really want top right now, yeah
So move it closer (Move it closer)
Let me control 'ya (Let me control 'ya)
Just let me hold 'ya (Just let me hold 'ya)
'Till this beat gets over ('Til the beat gets over)
No Smoke Ruff lyrics - JEEMBO & 6ix9ine
[6ix9ine:]
Niggas ain't scum
Four fifth through the drum
You only got that for fun
All of that fronting for what?
I might pull up in a Lamb
Run up on your mans
Pop a nigga like a Xan
When I run up with my clan
Niggas know me, 4 5 6, stay it
Aim at your motherfucking fitted
Nigga, we with it
30 clip in the Smith
Knock the nigga off his pivot
Watch your eyes fake the dump
When this gun fucking buck
Concrete shoes and all
Body lay under the tongue
Yeah, we rep that fucking six
But I finger fuck that nine
They throw dirt all on my name
Spell TEKASHI69
Went to jail, spent the case
Nigga, I ain't doing time
Feel whole weight, in my set
We held 30, free the 9 (squad)
Niggas don't want no smoke
See them, they choke
Buck 50 through his nose
Then I take a nigga bitch
Head to the trap, all my niggas giving gold
All my niggas trained to go
Upping the pole, TTG, we let it go
Whack a nigga like a mole
40 CAL through his soul
Then we hit the road
[Jeembo:]
Реки крови на лице
Сука палит в мою Цепь, я
Она лазерный прицел
Канонада в пару тел, я
Все мои киллеры молоды
Псы одержимые голодом
Новые кеды на проводе
Копам мы не даем повода
Со мной рари-бой, эй
Зенни притупил боль, эй
Сука словно с Плейбоя
Новый питбайк уже подо мной
Трахнул дерьмо, выйдя во двор
Семейный картель валит в упор
Ты ляжешь, как только дерну затвор
Я вышел с дерьма, ты в нем до сих пор
Pimpin lyrics - 6ix9ine
Shut up ho your pussy stank
Smack her fast as she can blink
Pimp hand shining, kiss my ring
No shirt underneath the mink
Rub my back and feed me grapes
Oxy cotton lean and bass
I screw duwop, I fuck her face
Shut up bitch your pussy stank
Pussy get a lot of it
Or buttholes i ain't gotta trip
I told that bitch don't gas herself
Every chick a model bitch
I tell that bitch don't gas yourself
Every chick a model bitch
Who let you in my VIP, fuck up off my bottles bitch
Represent that scum gang mane
Respect my conglomerate
Got a young scum in the cut with the pump if you act tough he gon' splatter shit
Wallah don't recycle hoes
Hit it once I'm over it
Scum gang don't recycle hoes
Hit it once we over it
Mushroom tops and acid trips
While she trip she suck my dick
While she suck i count my guap
Respect my conglomerate
Same day, different shit, same bed, different bitch
Scum niggas gettin rich, respect my conglomerate
Shut up ho your pussy stank
Smack her fast as she can blink
Pimp hand shining, kiss my ring
No shirt underneath the mink
Rub my back and feed me grapes
Oxy cotton lean and bass
I screw duwop, I fuck her face
Shut up bitch your pussy stank
What the fuck is yall hatin for
Can't a young scum fuck bitches anymore
Can i have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to see me without no draws
[x2]
Shut up ho your pussy stank
Smack her fast as she can blink
Pimp hand shining, kiss my ring
No shirt underneath the mink
Rub my back and feed me grapes
Oxy cotton lean and bass
I screw duwop, I fuck her face
Shut up bitch your pussy stank
Scumlife lyrics - 6ix9ine
Represent your gang nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your squad nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your gang nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your squad nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your gang nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your squad nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your gang nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your squad nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent the gang nigga scum life
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga scum life
Snatch a nigga chain nigga scum life
I don't give a fuck give it up nigga scum life
Bail 20k nigga scum life
(Fuck it you gonna be home tonight nigga) scum life
Fuck a nigga bitch nigga scum life
I don't give a fuck I'm a pimp nigga scum life
Tekashi 69 from that Scum fuckin' Squad
Fuck the law, ice all in my fangs
69 on my arm, I'm a god
Flag around a lock, bust you in your jaw, fuck em all
Shoot you in your jaw, put that on my moms
Cell to cell fore them undercovers knocked me for a sale
Sellin dope, I'm from Bushwick nigga hustlin' all I know
Sellin dope, I'm a Scum Gang nigga hustlin' all I know
All I know
Represent your gang nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your squad nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your gang nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your squad nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your gang nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your squad nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your gang nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
Represent your squad nigga throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up
SESE lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Submarine Man, Lama Doodle, Footye North)
[6ix9ine:]
Baby, I just don't get it, do you enjoy being hurt?
I know you smell the perfume, I know you smell the perfume
The make-up on the shirt, The make-up on the shirt
You don't believe his stories, you know that they're all lies
You know that they're all lies
I get a lot of cash, your ass is grass
Through the digital dash (whoo)
I got three Earths, Mars, Planet, Jupiter combined
Global Warming (global warming, ah)
I alot of schools educate the youth (yea)
But flip the education, Donald Trump (yea, oh shit)
Listen, Donald Trump is just a trunk in a bunch (ahh)
Third eye choppers, black panthers, Wakanda (Ohhh, oh shit, Treyway)
Fucking Treyway, Wakanda Forever
Baby, I just don't get it, do you enjoy being hurt?
I know you smell the perfume, I know you smell the perfume
The make-up on the shirt, The make-up on the shirt
You don't believe his stories, you know that they're all lies
You know that they're all lies
[Submarine Man:]
I am so thug
I am so cool
I am the best
I know you smell it in the air
Not the feet but the perfume
I know you don't like getting hurt
You should not get hurt
Because you got the perfume
[6ix9ine:]
Baby, I just don't get it, do you enjoy being hurt?
I know you smell the perfume, I know you smell the perfume
The make-up on the shirt, The make-up on the shirt
You don't believe his stories, you know that they're all lies
You know that they're all lies
[Lama Doodle:]
I love you
I might be emperor of the world, but I want to emperor for you
Lama Doodley, I am the best
I know all of you trash rappers are next
Because I am the best (ooh ah nya nya)
[6ix9ine:]
Baby, I just don't get it, do you enjoy being hurt?
I know you smell the perfume, I know you smell the perfume
The make-up on the shirt, The make-up on the shirt
You don't believe his stories, you know that they're all lies
You know that they're all lies
[Footye North:]
All you ladies over there
You know nobody else cares
But I care, I know all about love
I am the best when it comes to love
I need you, I want to make you happy because it makes me smiley
I am very cool I am the best rapper of our generation
Come on, why don't you listen
I'm on a song with 6ix9ine and Lama Doodle
Submarine Man is not a poodle
I like to rap so fast
I can rap on the beat
You cannot spray with the mack
I am not Rich White Man
I am the best everybody knows
[6ix9ine:]
Baby, I just don't get it, do you enjoy being hurt?
I know you smell the perfume, I know you smell the perfume
The make-up on the shirt, The make-up on the shirt
You don't believe his stories, you know that they're all lies
You know that they're all lies
Boom
I let my nuts hang right
I'm leading the show
I give so much back to the kids
Like an, like an act (boom)
Nanananana
Nanananana
I'm the headliner, I'm the headliner
So I go on the internet
I show up
Fucking pedophile rapist
I'm with two people
I'm not gonna let you get the chance
Everybody knows that happened on Sunday
That happened on-
Shinigami lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Bodega Bamz)
[Tekashi69 & Bodega Bamz:]
SCUMGANG
Me and my niggas scummy, scummy
Me and my niggas grimy, grimy
Me and my niggas
Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy
Yeah, my nigga Bamz
Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy
Yeah, my nigga Bamz
Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy
Yeah, my nigga Bamz
Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy
Yeah, my nigga Bamz
[Bodega Bamz:]
Respect the shooter
'Cause anytime I got it, I'ma shoot 'em
Respect the shooter
'Cause every killer 'round me, I salute 'em
Respect the shooter
'Cause anytime I got it, I'ma shoot 'em
Respect the shooter
'Cause every killer 'round me, I salute 'em
[Tekashi69:]
Fuck around with them fuck arounds
You gon' fuck around and get smoked
Mess around with them mess arounds
You gon' mess around and be broke
Get your hustle on with them hustlers
And I promise you get dough
You talk a lot you a chatterbox
But real niggas lay low
Look into my eyes, I'm a scum, lil boy
Got the black .44 with the drum, lil boy
Better run, lil boy, where we come, lil boy
We ain't playin' with the toys, we ain't fun, lil boy
Came from the slums, where you from, lil boy?
Hit him in the spine leave him numb, lil boy
I ain't the one, lil boy, I'm ain't the one, lil boy
Got them hollow tips hotter than the sun, lil boy
[Tekashi69 & Bodega Bamz:]
Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy
Yeah, my nigga Bamz
Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy
Yeah, my nigga Bamz
Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy
Yeah, my nigga Bamz
Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy
Yeah, my nigga Bamz
[Bodega Bamz:]
Respect the shooter
'Cause anytime I got it, I'ma shoot 'em
Respect the shooter
'Cause every killer 'round me, I salute 'em
Respect the shooter
'Cause anytime I got it, I'ma shoot 'em
Respect the shooter
'Cause every killer 'round me, I salute 'em
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Who want drama with me?
All I got is sangre with me
Bitches saying scratch they kitty
Cat bought a whole pack
It was either doing that or I'm going back
To the bottom with the roaches rats, roaches rats
I swear that gave me nightmares
Kept me up all night with it
Bitch wanna suck my dick
Her pussy better come all tight with it
My body count infinite
My story true, no gimmick
Ask about, they ask about
You ask about who did it, tan
I got that tan with that tec
Please don't disrespect
I got that tan with that tec
Please don't disrespect
I got that tan with that tec
Please don't disrespect
I got that tan with that tec
Please don't disrespect
[Tekashi69 & Bodega Bamz:]
Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy
Yeah, my nigga Bamz
Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy
Yeah, my nigga Bamz
Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy
Yeah, my nigga Bamz
Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy
Yeah, my nigga Bamz
Respect the shooter
Yokai lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. ZillaKami)
[ZillaKami & Tekashi69:]
For my cold killas, for my soul liftas
Body bag fillas, for my go gettas
Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa
Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa
For my cold killas, for my soul liftas
Body bag fillas, for my go gettas
Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa
Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa
Maniac, all black
Click clack, fall back
Take ya bitch, dog that
Flip switch, roach trap
Dead case, solve that
Gun clap, high hat
Click clack, absorb that
Boy, brrat, boy, brrat
[Tekashi69:]
Pistol to ya melon quit the yellin imma count to 3
Lowin on the block with my scums all surrounding me
Still up in the trap where the hustlers and the addicts be
Poppin shit'll get you split, turn into a tragedy
Beat you to a pulp, with a sock full of batteries
Shotty to ya dome make yo ass defy gravity
Fuckin bitches sake sippin nigga had to quit the lean
Young scummy money gettin scum gang matayean
[ZillaKami:]
Ruger spit, pop ya back I came up in the game was really doing it
Pop ya black I came up in the game was really shooting it
Move the piff, split the spliff release the pits
Screaming honey get the kids, screaming homie jump the fence
Purge the yay, ball of eight, have em twisting turning ways
Purge the yay, ball of eight, flip it double up the pay
Okay now Chad did acid once and now he be hearing voices
I had to link with 69 because the beefing was pointless
Was closin curtains in the hearses while y'all boys was wearing purses
Servin service swerving in suburbans rims scraping the serpants
[ZillaKami & Tekashi69:]
Put em in a coffin, toss em
Smother em, cover em
Dirt bed, "Dead" white shirt said
Muzzle em, put him in a lot nail hammer and bang
Till my body break the chains its scum to the gang (squad)
For my cold killas, for my soul liftas
Body bad fillas, for my go gettas
Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa
Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa
For my cold killas, for my soul liftas
Body bad fillas, for my go gettas
Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa
Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa
ZAZA lyrics - 6ix9ine
Boom, boom, uh
(Ayo, Ray, where the keys at?)
You can hear that hot shit, we really pop shit
When we drop shit, you copped it, we really drop shit
Who got the keys to the locksmith? I'm finna flock shit
Y'all be all up on my dick like this gon' make y'all profit, look
Hit his mata-ta, that shit go bananas, na-na, na-na-na
I don't beef with Gerbers, he a baby, goo-goo, ga-ga-ga
Grra-ta-ta, .40 hit him, make him do the cha-cha-cha
Nah, nah, nah, I don't want the block, I want the ZaZa
Are you dumb? You ain't spin a block, you a damn lie
Suck a dick, you ain't kill shit, you let your mans die
Tell me you not feelin' shit 'cause we was killin' shit
'Member days when we was hittin' shit, don't want to reminisce
Look, lil' shawty got the body-ody, ody-ody
Slimy mouth, she gave me sloppy-toppy in the Maserati
Are you dumb? Where couldn't I come?
Are you dumb? When you see me, you better run
You got your gun? They caught that nigga lackin' like a bitch
They killed your cousin and your man and you still ain't do shit
And we still screamin' out "Gang, gang, gang," look
Free the guys in the chain-gang-gang
Finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang
I'ma up this chopper, get out my way
Get out my way I'm comin' through, boom
Go get your fans up, he in the dirt, go pick your mans up
Dummy, like fuck a booth, go get a strap, look
It's funny, your man is never comin' back
Boy, you dumb enough, dumb or what?
Ain't no fightin', boy, that gun is up, go try runnin' up
She keep sendin' me emoji, how she tryna fuck or what?
Girl, I'm good, already fucked enough, but you could suck me up
And we still screamin' out "Gang, gang, gang," look
Free the guys in the chain-gang-gang
Finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang
I'ma up this chopper, get out my way
Zeta Zero 0.5 lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Dalyb, Schlosser & Famous Dex)
[Teka$hi69:]
Fuck-nigga better run
Yeah you know we gon' up that
Yeah you know we gon' bust that
We gon' up that fucking pole
Yeah you know we gon' dump that
Yeah you know we gon' duck that
Niggas running, I need it though
Niggas running, I need it though
I ain't know he was a trackstar
I ain't know he was a trackstar
Fuck-nigga better run
Yeah you know we gon' up that
Yeah you know we gon' bust that
We gon' up that fucking pole
Yeah you know we gon' dump that
Yeah you know we gon' duck that
Niggas running, I need it though
Niggas running, I need it though
I ain't know he was a trackstar
I ain't know he was a trackstar
[Famous Dex:]
Bitch
Boy he know he ain't with that
Boy he know he ain't 'bout that
I ain't with the chit-chat
Send my shooters where your house at
Boy you a lil packrat, wait, ooh
6ix9ine with me so it's homicide
All my shooters, yeah they down to ride
Yo diamonds fake, I ain't lying
Fuck yo lil bitch, put my dick in her spine
She whine
I feed her coke, doing line
Run to the money, you know it's mine
Wait, fuck nigga better run
Beam on that chopper, fifty right in the drum
Shoot the lil boy for fun
Diamonds, they shine like the Sun
Mane, that boy not my son
Huh, run, huh, run, Dexter
[Teka$hi69:]
Fuck-nigga better run
Yeah you know we gon' up that
Yeah you know we gon' bust that
We gon' up that fucking pole
Yeah you know we gon' dump that
Yeah you know we gon' duck that
Niggas running, I need it though
Niggas running, I need it though
I ain't know he was a trackstar
I ain't know he was a trackstar
Fuck-nigga better run
Yeah you know we gon' up that
Yeah you know we gon' bust that
We gon' up that fucking pole
Yeah you know we gon' dump that
Yeah you know we gon' duck that
Niggas running, I need it though
Niggas running, I need it though
I ain't know he was a trackstar
I ain't know he was a trackstar
Same gang giving shit
Same back of a bitch
Riding 'round with the stick
Mac's, Tec's, and a clip
Heard he move like a bitch
Ran off with the shit
Nina with me, I'm a pimp
Finger fuck, she gon' spit
[Schlosser:]
FBI knocking on my door, they want the rocket
They looking for that what? They looking for the rocket
Harlem niggas snitching, toting Glocks, ain't never pop it
Schlosser Gang down with the motherfucking rocket
[Dalyb:]
Všade kam prídem (ooh) na mňa štekajú haf haf (haf)
Lebo na večierky chodím v teplákoch a v mikine RAF RAF
Každá rad radom je do Haha, baf baf
Dex Dex, Tekashi, Haha Crew pozri sa mama, yeah
Pálim blunt za bluntom, pokým nepália ma pery, hey
Chodím vyhadzovať smeti v mojich papučiach Fendi, hey
Vchádzam do klubu, do tmy v okuliaroch, ako slepý, hey
Každý sa ma pýta, či vidím, vravím hej, lebo svietime (lebo svietime, yeah)
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