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6ix9ine

DUMMY

[Intro]
Daytrip took it to 10
 
[Chorus: 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)
 
[Verse 1: TrifeDrew]
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 bench, I wasn't starting
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
 
[Chorus: 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)
 
[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
We was down and we was out, and bitches looked at us stupid
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 stupid
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
 

MAMA

Uh
Murda on the beat so it's not nice!
 
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 Bs, spend some cheese, now they double Ds
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
 
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 Marcellus
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 (Huuh)
 
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)
 
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
 

BUBA

[Intro]
Scum Gang!
MJPharaoh Vice
 
[Chorus]
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
 
[Verse]
Got this FN on my body, if you feelin' froggy
Got my gang right beside me, ready to catch a homi-
If you run up bitch I'm sorry, don't be movin' wocky
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 come up off my waist, get the fuck up out my face
When that '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
Four, five, six, that's a head crack
That's a fact, that's a fact
 
[Chorus]
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
 

93

[Intro]
Scum Gang!
 
[Chorus]
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
 
[Verse 1]
Tekashi 6ix9ine don't fall boy, Tekashi 6ix9ine a GOAT boy
Tekashi 6ix9ine tote poles boy, Tekashi gonna let that go, boy
Whip that black .44 boy, shoot you through your cross, boy
Leave you with no hope, boy, you gon' get exposed, boy
Pull up with the Glocks out, red dots out
Pull them mops out and the chops out, niggas air it out
Goin' 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 too (two) deep
Niggas talk shit so I wanna' go see 'em
In a nigga city ridin' 'round 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
 
[Chorus]
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
 
[Verse 2]
But I 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 Harlem, nigga
Hundred bucks you gon' crumble, nigga, quit frontin', nigga
Boy you need to be humble, nigga, ten toes, I don't stumble, nigga
Double-double nigga, ten shots, that gets one clip
I don't got no jungle nigga, man I swear this shit no fair
You don't wanna end up in the crosshairs
Leave a nigga froze up in them 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 and we burnin' 'em
I bust and I know that I'm hurtin' 'em
She suckin' em off the percy, uh
She love me, she say I'm so perfect, uh
Now she busy suckin' my posse, uh
We squadin', we lookin' like a mafia
I'm booted, I popped 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!
 

RONDO

[Bridge: 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 dancing 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)
 
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
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 and she lit, lit
 
[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
I ain't playin' with no wannabe tough nigga
I ain't playin' 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 feelin' froggy, let him through, let him through
Standin' 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
They ain't want static 'til they see me, like move
But there he go right there bo-bo-boom
 
[Chorus: 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 and she 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 and she lit, lit
 
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I got my money in my
Bitch, I said I got my money in my Bentley (yeah)
I got Rolls Royces, 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
All my snake niggas 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
 
[Chorus: 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 and she 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 and she lit, lit
 
[Outro: 6ix9ine]
Scum Gang!
 

KEKE

[Intro: 6ix9ine]
Scum Gang!
 
[Chorus 1: 6ix9ine]
I'll be on the block on the regular
With my niggas bustin' at the cops, on the regular
Bitches suckin' dick, givin' top, on the regular
Catch me water whippin' 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
 
[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
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
 
[Chorus 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga, we be bustin' at the opps, on the regular
Nigga, we be duckin' from the cops, on the regular
Bitches suckin' dick and givin' top on the regular
Shit that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular
Nigga, if it's comin' 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
 
[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
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, money 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
 
[Verse 3: 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 .30 to your motherfuckin' brain nigga, ah
I'm runnin' around with the same niggas
Same niggas that'll take a nigga's chain, nigga, huh?
 

TATI

[Intro]
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!
 
[Verse 1]
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
 
[Chorus]
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 drippy, 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
 
[Verse 2]
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
 
[Chorus]
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 drippy, 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
 

BILLY

[Intro: TR3YWAY CEO Shottie]
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
 
[Chorus]
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
 
[Verse]
It's always 6ix9ine this and 6ix9ine that
Nigga's 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
 
[Chorus]
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
 

KOODA

[Intro]
Scum Gang!
 
[Chorus]
Niggas runnin' out their 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, ops 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
 
[Verse]
In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
Shit, my pockets on a runnin' man, fuck a rubberband
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 shootin' 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, bet she give 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
 
[Chorus]
Niggas runnin' out their 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, ops 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
 
[Bridge]
You can talk hot on the internet, boy
That's that goofy shit, we ain't into 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 into that, boy
Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy
 
[Chorus]
Niggas runnin' out their 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, ops 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
 

FEFE

[Intro: 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj, & Baka]
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY!
It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!
Murda on the beat so it's not nice!
 
[Verse 1: 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
 
[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no
 
[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
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
 
[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no
 
[Verse 3: 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 Chloé like Kardashi'
Keep this pussy in Versace, said I'm pretty like Tinashe
Put-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?)
 
[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no
 
[Verse 4: 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?'
 
[Refrain: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no
 
[Verse 5: 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)
 
[Outro: Nicki Minaj & 6ix9ine]
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!