STOOPID lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Bobby Shmurda)
[Lil Juice:]
Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon
You rockin' with Take Money promotion
Ay Take Money Promotion
Give 'em that new shit, no fool shit
Oh yeah, let's go
DJ Lethal, Lethal
(Rough Rider)
Tay Keith
TMP 954, we live
Take Money Promotion
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
[6ix9ine:]
Bitch, I'm silly
Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy
Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies
Sex Money Murda, shoutout all my blazing Billies (on Billy)
We in yo' city! (we in yo'!)
[6ix9ine & Bobby Shmurda:]
Shoutout my apes in the fuckin' roof (for real), for mayo they gon' shoot
Spin a hoop, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck you know, nigga? No, nigga
Niggas killed your cousin, you gon' smoke, nigga? (stupid!)
Glo nigga, rollin' up your cousin in a blunt, nigga
Bozo, bitch, are you dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb? (stupid!)
Bitch, I'm Nick Cannon with this drum-drum-drum-drum (brra-pom-pom)
Pull up with semis, no lil' pump-pump-pump-pumps (no esskeetit)
We goin' dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb
Bitch I'm stupid, bitch I'm out, I be tweakin', I be wildin', I be booted! (bitch I'm drunk)
I be stealin', I be robbin', I be lootin'! (you don't wanna die)
Your boyfriend dumb, he get no money, bitch, he stupid!
Oh, bitch, he, oh, bitch, he stupid!
Damn, homie, in high school you was the man, homie (2012!)
What the fuck happened to you (stoopid!)? I'm just sayin', homie
Now you smokin' Black & Milds, smokin' reds, homie
... ah ah ah what's up Shmurda on the motherfuckin' set nigga 6ix9ine what's poppin cuz
Tell him shut up, suck a dick
Tell him fuck him, I'm the shit
Bitch I'm just recording this
I'm getting money, I'm the shit
Shoutout my Bloods, shoutout my Crips
That nigga Ebro, he a bitch
Just another old nigga on a young nigga dick
Bitch I'm lit on the Gram, a million likes, you see my shit
The bitch DM for the dick
But I probably wouldn't hit
VVS, Cuban hit
Shoutout Jimmy for the drip
Your baby daddy's mixtape wasn't shit, he a bitch
Free Bobby, Free Rowdy, free Cueno, free the 9
Shoutout Jay Dee, shoutout Kooda, Dee Savv, those my guys
FOA they gon' ride
GS9 they gon' slide
When I woo woo back, ahh ahh, those my guys
[Bobby Shmurda:]
She give me neck until I burst out
She use her teeth, she get cursed out
And all these suckers with they fucking feelings always got these bitches with they purse out
We on the flag, put the bird out
Like Young Bricks put the word out
You know you like a nigga shmoney dance
You gon' love a nigga when I swerve out
[6ix9ine:]
Bitch, I'm silly
Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy
Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies
Sex Money Murda, shoutout all my blazing Billies (on Billy)
We in yo' city!
[Bobby Shmurda:]
Hold up, hold up, hold up gang
Run that shit back up
FEFE lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Murda Beatz, Nicki Minaj)
[6ix9ine:]
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY!
It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen
[Nicki Minaj:]
Uh, you got the right one
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!
[Baka:]
Murda on the beat so it's not nice!
[6ix9ine:]
Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip
Got that super soaker, hit that, she a Fefe
Her name Keke, she eat my dick like it's free, free
I don't even know like "Why I did that?"
I don't even know like "Why I hit that?"
All I know is that I just can't wife that
Talk to her nice so she won't fight back
Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back
Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap
I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no
Draco got that kick-back, when I blow that, they all do track
They don't shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter, with a Ruger, we gon' do ya
Niggas say they killin' people, but I really fuckin' do it
I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no
[Nicki Minaj:]
He-He tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi
Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky
I'm from New York, so I'm cocky, say he fuckin' with my posse
Copped me Khloé like Kardashi', keep this pussy in Versace
Said I'm pretty like Tinashe
Put it all up in his face, did I catch a case?
Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace
Face is pretty, ass for days, I get chips, I ask for Lay's
I just sit back and when he done, I be like, "Yo, how'd it taste?"
(Yo, how'd it taste?!)
[6ix9ine:]
I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no
[Nicki Minaj:]
Ayo, Draco got that kick-back
When it kick-back, you can't get yo shit back, in fact this that bitch
That "I hate small talk, I don't fuck with chit-chat"
AC just stopped workin', so they hit me
Told me bring my wrist back, come through rockin' fashions
That got all these bitches like "Yo, what's that?"
[6ix9ine:]
I don't really want no friends
[Nicki Minaj:]
I don't really want no friends, no
[6ix9ine (Nicki Minaj):]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki, kick that ho right through the door
(TR3YWAY)
I don't really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz
Nicki just hopped in this shit, now I won't see that bitch again
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny
Colorful hair, don't care
I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no
I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no
Scum Gang!
TIC TOC lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Lil Baby)
[Intro:]
Yung Lan on the track
[6ix9ine:]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, "Kick rocks"
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I'm dumb, I ain't no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain't my bitch, nah
[Lil Baby:]
She on my drip drop
She ain't never went both ways, but I made them lip lock
Never in the car, enough of that, she was at the tip top
Might as well throw away the key, I got the streets locked
I been drinking all this lean, I know I need to stop
Hopping out the stolen cars, and we shoot chops, and opps
Two flooded out Rolexs, they don't tick or tock
Lemme can't tell lil' shorty, she can't pick the pot
Everything up to par
[6ix9ine:]
I got them big rocks in my ear, nuggets
I got my whole team flooded
Saks Off Fifth, I'm with your bitch
She buying everything I wanted
She fly me out to Waukeke
LV all on her bikini
Take her money, go Houdini
I call her when I want eat-eat
On my feet, you see them CC's
Neck and ears, you see them VV's
On my jeans, you see them GG's
Treat that bitch like she a fefe
Big body Benz, that's beep-beep
Hit it in the back of the Jeep-Jeep
That bitch know she a freak-freak
And the pussy staying on leak-leak
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, "Kick rocks"
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I'm dumb, I ain't no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain't my bitch, nah
KIKA lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Tory Lanez)
[Tory Lanez:]
Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit
Lookin' for a biddy on that thot shit
Y'all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this
I been 'round the globe talkin' hot shit
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit
Lookin' for a biddy on that thot shit
Y'all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this
I been 'round the globe talkin' hot shit
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
[6ix9ine:]
I do my own shit, I don't need 50 niggas to roll with
Folk shit, I'm on my doley, I'm on my boss shit
I do my own shit, fuck all them niggas I used to roll with
I know you used to see me with niggas, but that's that old shit
Real nigga, quick to pull a fucking trigger
Fed nigga's definition of a real nigga
Fuck nigga, quick to fuckin' hate, nigga
Bitch nigga, definition of a bitch nigga
Now wildin', ready for all the violence
I don't need a nigga jacking that he riding
I got this four fifth, this shit all up on my hip
I blow that shit, now you where Bobby Shmurda's hat went!
[Tory Lanez:]
Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit
Lookin' for a biddy on that thot shit
Y'all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this
I been 'round the globe talkin' hot shit
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it
[6ix9ine:]
Kick her out, I'm gettin' money now, actin' funny now
Thought she love me, but she only tryna fuck me for the clout
Saw the Patek all bust down, charter run down
Bitch hit me on a touchdown, but I curved it
They be beggin' me to keep the bitch, but I don't need the bitch
Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can't see the bitch
In the DM sendin' naked pics, Uber that bitch
But I send her in the pool even though I'm rich as shit
[Tory Lanez:]
It's fuckin' Tr—
Oh wait, I forgot you can't say that shit
You can say everything else that start with a T, though
It's fuckin' Trojan
It's fuckin' Target
It's fuckin'—
Hahahaha
MAMA lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Nicki Minaj & Kanye West)
[6ix9ine:]
Uh
[Baka:]
Murda on the beat so it's not nice!
[6ix9ine:]
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it
Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody
Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat
She got that wet wet, got me blowing through this whole bag (bag)
She got B's, spend some cheese, now they double D's
Thought I had to free, kick her out, my mama coming home at three
Ho thicker-thicker-thicker than a fuckin' Snicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
In the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr)
I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers
[Kanye West:]
Man, oh my God
She Instagram famous but she can't keep a job (Ooh)
Man, oh my God
Swipe her 30-inch weave on her sugar daddy card (Ooh)
Man, oh my God
Her doctor got her busting out her motherfuckin' bra (Mmm)
Man, oh my God
She Uber to a nigga with no car
Talking about the relish, I do not embellish
Jacket got wings, True's got propellers
Gave all my old Margielas to my boy Marcellas
Pulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealous
Oh, Jesus Christ, I don't need advice
Wild nigga life, tell 'em read my rights
Man it hot tonight, look out with my ice
15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (man)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)
I was out in Spain rockin' a Medusa head
I ain't never have to give a rap producer head
If I do though, I'ma write a book like Supahead
This ain't wonder that I'm making, this that super bread
Splish, splash, fuck him in a hurry, quick, fast
Still a pink wig, thick ass, whiplash
Got him cummin', cummin', Roger, over, dispatch
Said my box is the best, he met his match
I got all these bitches wantin' to be Barbie dolls
Barbie dreamhouse, pink and purple marble walls
Pull-Pull up in that Barbie 'Rari, finna bury y'all
She threw dirt on my name, ended up at her own burial
Kanye dressed me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls
Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll
Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball
Bitch, this the dream team, Fif' is on call
Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls)
[6ix9ine:]
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot)
Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it)
Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it
Little thottie, got her rowdy, choosing everybody
WAKA lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)
[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:]
Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya
Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up
You a bum and you stressed, and that's why you lost her
Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up
She gon' eat, you want beef, but this ain't no burger
All my songs on repeat, that's what's up, your word up
I was young with the heat, walkin' round with burners
Wishing I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?
Why is bitches tryna play me? Are you crazy?
I can't let her have my baby, you not my baby
I can't let her have my baby, I'm nothin' shady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?
[6ix9ine:]
Y'all gotta move, give me some room, I'm 'bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody running out the room
Boom! Everybody begging "Don't shoot"
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
You a bum, are you dumb?
Try me, I got this gun
Run, nigga, if I'm here, don't come
Bitch, you was expecting for me to hit
That's a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit
[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:]
Sawed off in the damn drawer
Got a .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up
Only time she ever call is for the banana
I don't even check my call log, I don't answer
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?
[6ix9ine:]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy?
That bitch know I'm number one, like Tracy McGrady
Know I got this .380, it's on safety
I know all these niggas hate me, won't let it phase me
Fuck nigga
[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:]
I'ma swerve in the MayBach, I'ma do some damage
Niggas sit the fuck down if you don't understand us
I heard niggas talking 'bout they gon' run down on us
Pull up windows down in a fucking Lamb truck
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Scott Storch
BEBE lyrics - 6ix9ine & Anuel AA
[6ix9ine:]
Haciendo el amor, a la misma vez tú te toca' (te toca')
Bebé, no te pasa nada, vuélvete loca (lo-loca-loca)
Y tu novio te trata mal, él no te controla (no, no, no, no)
He said
[Anuel AA:]
Mi diablita (-blita)
Ella se pone pornográfica en la intimidad (baby)
Y su marido no la valora y la deja sola (la deja sola)
Y yo siempre la estoy esperando con mi pistola (-tola)
Y conmigo ella siempre se moja
[Anuel AA & 6ix9ine:]
Bebesita (uah)
Tu hombre te ama pero tú le ere' infiel (bebé)
Porque tú ere' una diabla dentro de una mujer (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Y cuando se esconde el sol tú quiere' beber, hija 'e Lucifer
Bebesita (mi baby, uah, uah)
Tu hombre te ama pero tú le ere' infiel (¿por qué-é-é?)
Porque tú ere' una diabla dentro de una mujer (muje-e-r)
Y cuando se esconde el sol, tú quieres beber, hija 'e Lucider
Baby, con ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Baby, yo soy tu criminal
Baby con ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Baby, tu novio lo va a olvidar
Baby, con ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Baby, conmigo te va' a mudar
Baby, con ra-bang-bang-bang-bang
Baby, do' tiro', lo voa' matar (pa' afuera)
¿Pa' qué?, ¿pa' qué?, ¿pa' qué?
¿Pa' qué vas a serle fiel?
¿Pa' qué?, ¿pa' qué?, ¿pa' qué?
Baby, olvídate de él
Tú ere' mi diablita y yo soy tu demonio
Un amor de manicomio
Y si te veo con él, yo te odio
Siempre me tiene' en insomnio
[Anuel AA:]
Baby, usa Versace (Versace)
Siempre hacemo' la 69 como Tekashi (yeh-eh)
Y yo te rompo to' en secreto, iluminati (-nati)
Y ella se baja conmigo en la disco en el Ferrari (-rrari)
Fumando mari (uah)
Y tú te hiciste tu cuerpo, bebé, en R.D
Y chingamos y siempre nos venimos a la vez
Te hice el amor y en tu piel me enredé
Y mi bicho en tu totito te tatué
Oh-oh-oh (uah)
Bebé, tú eres mía, ese hombre olvídalo-o-o
Y rebota esas nalgas bailándome reggaetón-ó-ón
[Anuel AA & 6ix9ine:]
Bebesita (uah)
Tu hombre te ama pero tú le ere' infiel (yeh-eh)
Porque tú eres una diabla dentro de una mujer (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Y cuando se esconde el sol tú quiere' beber; hija 'e Lucifer (oh-oh, oh-oh, uah)
Bebesita (mi baby)
Tu hombre te ama pero tú le ere' infiel (¿por qué?)
Porque tú eres una diabla dentro de una mujer (-er)
Y cuando se esconde el sol tú quiere' beber, hija 'e Lucifer (beber)
[6ix9ine:]
Mi diablita (mi nena)
Ella se pone pornográfica, no es tímida (mírame, mami)
Y su hombre no la valora, la deja sola (la deja sola, sola)
Y siempre lo estoy esperando con mi pistola (rapapapapa)
Siempre se enamora, mi diablita
MALA lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Anuel AA)
Brr, haha!
Anuel
Anuel
Real Hasta La Muerte, baby
Uah
¿Qué tengo que hacer
Pa' que tú sea' mi mujer?
Baby, dime qué tengo que hacer
He said, "Mi nena"
Tú ere' una diabla
Y tú ere' mala
Baby, no te vaya'
Mátame-eh
Tú ere' una diabla
Y tú ere' mala
Baby, no te vaya'
Devórame-eh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Sé que me extraña'
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Tú en mi cama
Baby, tu ere' mala
Tú en mi cama
Baby, no te vaya'
Devórame-eh, uah
¿Qué tengo que hacer
Pa' que tú sea' mi mujer?
Baby, ¿dime qué tengo que hacer
Pa' que tú seas mi mujer?
Uah (Uah)
¿Qué tengo que hacer (Bebé)
Pa' que tú sea' mi mujer? (Bebé)
Baby, ¿dime qué tengo que hacer (Que hacer)
Pa' que tú sea' mi mujer? (Mujer)
Yo voy con lo' diablo' pa' allá
Ven con tus amigas pa' acá
Rebota esas nalga' pa' acá
Y nos vamo' y nos comemo' allá (Allá)
Yo voy con los diablo pa' allá, pa' allá (Bebé)
Baby, ven con tus amigas pa' acá, pa' acá (Bebé)
Rebota esas nalga' pa' atrá', pa' atrá' (Pa' allá)
Y nos vamo' y nos comemo' allá (Allá)
Baby, tu ere' mala
Tú en mi cama
Baby, no te vayas
Devórame-eh, uah
Tú ere' una diabla
Y tú ere' mala
Baby, no te vaya'
Mátame-eh
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Baby)
Bebiendo baila
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Diabla en mi cama
Dos mil, Louboutin los tacone' (Tacone')
Ella se emborracha y en cuatro se pone (Se pone)
Y siempre me pide que no la traicione (Jaja)
Y siempre lo hacemo', pero sin condone', eh-eh (Uah)
Y se me trepa encima (Encima)
Y 'tá to' moja'o el clima (El clima)
Y con la perla yo voy pa' encima (Uah)
Y me dice: "Qué rico tú me lastimas", uah
Sudando y bailándome (Eh-eh)
Caliente y tocándome (Eh-eh)
Y ella no para de beber (Beber)
Y adentro 'e ti yo vo' a enloquecer
Tú ere' una diabla
Y tú ere' mala
Baby, no te vaya'
Mátame-eh
Baby, tu ere' mala
Tú en mi cama
Baby, no te vaya'
Devórame-eh (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Real Hasta La Muerte, baby
Real Hasta La Muerte, baby
Uah
Mera, dime 6ix9ine, lo' Intocable', lo' Illuminati
Brr, Anuel
Uah, uah
Bebecita
Bebe-Bebecita
FEEFA lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Kanye West)
[Intro:]
M-M-M-Murda
[6ix9ine:]
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin' paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there
Little booties, they ain't matter over here
Now stop
Wait a minute, now I'm back at it
Back at it like a motherfucking crack addict
Sex addict, I'm a motherfuckin' sex addict
Hit shorty from the back, got her back crackin'
Back crackin', b-back crackin'
I love hoe bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
Yeah, I like to fuck hoes, I got a fuckin' problem
Bang, bang, bang and a chicken wing, bitch
Yeah, I know you love how I put it down, bitch
Drop down and pick your weave up, girl
Drop down and get your Eagle on, girl
Head downtown and pick the eaters up, girl
You know them chicken-heads eat it up, girl
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin' paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there
Little booties, they ain't matter over here
[Kanye West:]
That pussy get wetter than yours
That head is better than yours
[6ix9ine:]
I flew her out so I could fuck on tour
Flew her back, 'cause my girlfriend's sore
[Kanye West:]
They tried to say I wasn't black no more
About as black as Macklemore
[6ix9ine:]
They don't like me 'cause I'm Mexican
Sent me back, now I'm back again
[Kanye West:]
Uh, just bought a piece of Fashion Nova
Your girlfriend look like a ogre
[6ix9ine:]
Nigga, fat bitches need love too
My fault, Ye, I wasn't sober
[Kanye West:]
Who the fuck gon' listen to Ebro? (Ebro)
All these niggas so emo
[6ix9ine:]
Fuck that nigga, I'm the motherfucking shit
Another old nigga on a young nigga dick
[Kanye West:]
N-N-Niggas tried to say that I was canceled (canceled)
When I asked them questions, couldn't answer
[6ix9ine:]
How Ye? How Ye? How, Sway? Nigga it's fucking-
[TrifeDrew:]
Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, whoa, whoa, whoa
You cannot say that, bro, c'mon
[6ix9ine:]
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin' paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there
Little booties, they ain't matter over here
Now stop
KANGA lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Gunna)
[Gunna:]
Trapped on one stop, served my own block
Bought my own watch (Own), loaded Glock
Lettin' that thing pop (Pop), they can't freeze us (Freeze us)
Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (See us)
Twelve knocks, fucked the dirty cops (Hey Michael)
They can't seize nothing
Big shot, fuck that little thot
I don't need y'all
I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia
Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh?
Went and got, Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh?
[6ix9ine:]
The streets so cold, gotta ride wit' a pole
Gotta stay ready for the smoke, 'cause niggas tryna take my soul
I can't go, thought niggas was my bros, but they changed though
Niggas don't know shit 'bout that
How the fuck a nigga switch like that?
Gotta ride with a stick 'bout that
Put a rip from the hip like that
Keep it around me, I can't never lie
Niggas around me, they stay with the strap
Move from around me, or you could get whacked
I see an opp and I'm leaving my flight, oh-oh
[Gunna:]
Percocet bitches on me, I'm a walking brand
Stacking these bands, show like 80 a grand
Hoes in the sprinter van
Pulling up spraying, puttin' hoes in the trash cans
I'ma erase your man
Gunna again, I ain't never follow your trend
Nigga, you do what you can
Trapped on one stop, served my own block
Bought my own watch (Own), loaded Glock
Lettin' that thing pop (Pop), they can't freeze us (Freeze us)
Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (See us)
Twelve knocks, fucked the dirty cops
They can't seize nothing
Big shot, fuck that little thot
I don't need y'all
I stay high, fucked up and forgot, like amnesia
Real fly, yellow Prada socks, Bumblebee, huh?
Went and got, Dior suit and tie, Christian clean, huh?
[6ix9ine:]
I can't sleep, just took 'em off the team
Had to break it down to three, get on one knee
I prayed to the lord that he'd watch my family
Thinking this bitch gon' wait on me
Thinking my fans remember me
Thinking my friends remember me
Nigga, don't switch up on me
Can't tell me shit, 'specially not no bitch
Ten for ten with this shit
I'ma still drop these hits
I'ma still pop my shit
Got a Draco with the kick
Glock .30, hollow tips
Ride around with that shit all on my hip
See an opp, let it hit
Lately, I been on some suck my dick shit
Bitch, I'm stressing, oh, bitch, I'm stressing
Mama saying, "Don't cry, count your blessings"
I can't sleep, I can't sleep
Hey, Michael
I can't, uh
TATI lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. DJ SpinKing)
Hold up, let me get it started
B.B. with the Robin's, lookin' all retarded
B.B. saggin', fly like a dragon
Bitches suck my dick cause I'm fly like Aladdin
Scum Gang!
These bitches think I'm stupid, I ain't stupid
Dummy boys fall in love with it, he stupid
All these hoes on my body, cut the bullshit
All these hoes, they ain't loyal, y'all lookin' stupid
I just left Starlets and I ain't even cash out
Back out, straight to the trap house, I blow her back out
I'll pull her tracks out, got her running like it's track now
Like a Smackdown, rock bottom I'ma pin her down
Hold up, let me get it started
B.B. with the Robin's, lookin' all retarded
B.B. saggin', fly like a dragon
Bitches suck my dick 'cause I'm fly like Aladdin
Pour a semi, pull up to the cribby, uh
Licky-licky, licky on my blicky, uh
Take a flicky, make a movie with me, uh
Take a flicky, make em real trippy, uh
Why you watching me?
You all on my IG
Why you stalking me?
You don't even follow me
Why you tweet my shit?
You ain't used to read my shit
Bitch, you used to fuckin' leave me on seen and shit
Went to the Eastside, spanked out Juju
Lucky I ain't have it on me, I was gon' shoot you
Spanked him on camera, threw it on YouTube
Stupid lil' dumb nigga, now you on YouTube
If a nigga want beef, I'm the type to drag it
Shoot you while you with your bitch then it's back to mackin'
Police pull up on me, I don't know what happened
Police pull up on you, you gon' get to yappin'
We gon' get to clappin', we been on static
Semi-automatics, they gon' get to clappin'
We ain't with the chattin', you lil' niggas cappin'
If we catch you lackin', turn you into has-beens
Ran through Lust, 100 bands up
Shout out SpinKing, that's my motherfuckin' blood, nigga
Go, go, go mulignane
Go, go, mulignane
Pour a semi, pull up to the cribby, uh
Licky-licky, licky on my blicky, uh
Take a flicky, make a movie with me, uh
Take a flicky, make em real trippy, uh
Why you watching me?
You all on my IG
Why you stalking me?
You don't even follow me
Why you tweet my shit?
You ain't used to read my shit
Bitch, you used to fuckin' leave me on seen and shit
WONDO lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. TrifeDrew)
[Intro:]
Scott Storch
[6ix9ine:]
Shorty, don't clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)
When I hit that, do a trick
Shorty, don't clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don't clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)
When I hit that, do a trick
Know I keep a tool on me
I come in the room, I might have to move on ’em
Scope with a zoom, fuck around and boom, homie
I stay with a broom on me, better move, homie
'Fore you in a tomb, on me
We gon' bring the MACs out, we back out and spazz out
Yeah that's a blackout, get dragged out and packed out
Yeah, my trap house, I call it the black house
We move the packs out, we gon' blow the mags out
[TrifeDrew:]
All in, anybody that'll do it (Hey!)
Everybody in the party getting stupid (Hey!)
All these thotties in the party, I ain't choosing (Hey!)
I'm off the Henny and the chuck, I might lose it (Hey!)
[6ix9ine:]
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)
When I hit that, do a trick
Shorty, don't clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)
When I hit that, do a trick
[TrifeDrew:]
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
Do you beat your meat to a porno tape? Ayy
DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh
DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh, ay, wait, uh
DVDs, ayy
DVDs, DVDs, ayy
DUMMY lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. TrifeDrew)
[Intro:]
Daytrip took it to 10
[TrifeDrew:]
I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (Yeah)
Bust it down, the Rollie, now she tryna fuck (Yeah, ah)
And now she feedin' all up on me just like I’m a drug (Yeah)
I remember back when y'all wouldn't show me love (Yeah, ah)
Jaguar truck on the freeway (Woah)
You can catch me ballin’ on the replay (Woah, oh)
Saint Laurent jacket, it's 3K (Woah)
I been with the same gang since Pre-K' (Woah, oh)
Get the money, stack it with my niggas
I remember trappin' with my niggas
Now we overseas in a villa
Goin' back, we won't consider
I remember days we was starvin'
Still finessin', we was juggin’, we was robbin’
I was comin' off the bitch, I wasn’t started
Now I'm out here ballin' like I'm Harden
And I make sure my day ones straight, stay with my gang
You ain’t fuckin' with me, you can stay out my way
Stay in your lane, fuck your campaign, yeah
Last year, I was sleepin' in a basement
Now the foreign lookin' like a spaceship
Bust down the gang with the bag, yeah
All the money on me, holographic
I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (Yeah)
Bust it down, the Rollie, now she tryna fuck (Yeah, ah)
And now she feedin' all up on me just like I'm a drug (Yeah)
I remember back when y'all wouldn't show me love (Yeah, ah)
Jaguar truck on the freeway (Woah)
You can catch me ballin' on the replay (Woah, oh)
Saint Laurent jacket, it's 3K (Woah)
I been with the same gang since Pre-K' (Woah, oh)
[6ix9ine:]
We was down and we was out, and bitches looked at us stoopid
It was hating ass niggas, so I kept me a Ruger
Sending shots to his body, make him sing like Ozuna
They was running out they mouth, but they respected the shooter
We was down and we was out, and bitches looked at us stoopid
It was hating ass niggas, so I kept me a Ruger
Sending shots to his body, make him sing like Ozuna
They was running out they mouth, but they respected the shooter, yeah
Blocked blocks, sent shots
Threw that shit in reverse, then we bending through your block
Blocked blocks, sent shots
Threw that shit in reverse, then we bending through your block
Watch his body Milly Rock, yeah
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