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
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!)
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