Tag: Scum Gang


6ix9ine – KeKe (Revised) Lyrics




[Intro:6ix9ine]
Scum Gang

[Hook: 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’ll run off 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

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Yeah I’m 6ix9ine, with the .9, on thei regular
Niggas want war yeah, kickin’ doors yeah
Niggas want the sauce yeah, shake em’ off yeah
I’m still in the hood yeah, bustin’ drugs yeah
Rollin’ through the city yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want their bitch back, I don’t chit chat
Rubber band, click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain’t a hot boy, i’ma block boy
Double to your Glock, make him Diddy Bop boy

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga we be bustin up the ops 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 its comin’ from my spot, it ain’t regular
Stand my rules, it is on a different side, it ain’t regular
You can 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
Pull up we gon’ shoot, go check out the score yeah
Different color coupes, money on our floor yeah
They know I got jewels, drippin’ drippin’ sauce yeah
Pull up to his door, yeah get on the floor yeah
Pull up we gon’ shoot, go check out the score yeah
Different color coupes, money on our floor yeah
They know I got jewels, drippin’ drippin’ sauce yeah, ay
They know I’ma ball like a boss
Boutta’ take a trip to the stores
Let a nigga trip in the zone
Makin’ money flip for the mob

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mm yeah
Smack a lot, I smack a lot
I hit 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, Hermès on the bump, Ooh
In the, lotta’ bag, in duffel, yeah
Leave him wetter, let it rain nigga
Put a .30 to your motherfuckin’ brain nigga
I’m runnin round with the same niggas
Same niggas that will take a nigga chain nigga




6ix9ine – Kooda




[Intro]
Scum Gang

[Hook]
Niggas running 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 andale, 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 running man, fuck a rubber-band
I’mma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan man
Need the drugs, I’m the xan man, I’m the damn man

[Verse]
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’mma prove it
Back back, don’t be moving stupid, or I’mma use it
Dicky stiffy, uh, that shit get some licky, uh
Lil bitty, uh, bust all on her titties, uh
She a skeeter, uh, really don’t need her, uh
Bust then I leave her, uh, she a little eater, uh
Get back, kickback, blow this shit back, uh
Flip that, kick that, flip that, send that, uh
223 hit, where your clothes at uh
Scum Gang bout that Fendi, fin-act, uh

[Hook]
Niggas running 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 andale, 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 running man, fuck a rubber-band
I’mma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan man
Need the drugs, I’m the xan man, I’m the damn man

[Bridge]
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

[Hook]
Niggas running 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 andale, 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 running man, fuck a rubber-band
I’mma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan man
Need the drugs, I’m the xan man, I’m the damn man


6ix9ine – Gummo


[Intro]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Scum Gang
I’ll see y’all later, suuwoo!

[Verse 1]
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 Gambi, you a loser nigga, up that Uzi nigga
On the stoop, grills in, my Georgia girl on my fro
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 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
Caught a 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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Scum Gang


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