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...
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