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  • 6ix9ine – GOTTI (OG Version) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Got me, got me Rollie
    (Ya can’t even afford it though)
    Got me, got me, uh (got it)
    Gotti Gotti, uh (Gott Gotti)
    Gotti Gotti (hahahaha)

    [Chorus]
    Came up blood gang (yeah), 30 bang (yeah)
    Scum Gang, big choppa, big thang
    Let your nuts hang
    Who they? (yeah), don’t say (yeah, yeah)
    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, get it up
    Gotti Gotti

    [Verse]
    Family been plottin’, been watchin’
    Hating on me, can’t stop it, ’cause I drop it
    I been boolin’ with a cold bitch, some cold shit
    Leave you out in the cold wind, that’s some hoe shit
    You ain’t got no money, you can keep her (pew pew pew)
    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 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 the 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

    [Chorus]
    Okay, my blood gang (yeah), 30 bang (yeah)
    Scum Gang, big choppa, big thang
    Let your nuts hang
    Who they? Don’t say (yeah, yeah)
    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

    [Post-Chorus]
    Gotti Gotti
    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

    [Outro]
    Really with the Gotti, Gotti?
    Who, who really with the Gotti, Gotti?
    Who, who really with the—


  • 6ix9ine – THAT AIN’T 6IX9INE’S Lyrics

    [Intro]
    [?] got the heat, bitch

    [Hook]
    Savage like 6ix9ine, keep six 9s
    6ix9ine keep a six-nine
    Claiming to be preggo
    Only nutted in the ass
    See that bitch lyin’
    That ain’t 6ix9ine’s
    That ain’t 6ix9ine’s
    Savage like 6ix9ine
    Keep six 9s
    Savage like 6ix9ine, keep six 9s
    Claiming to be preggo
    Only nutted in the ass
    See that bitch lyin’
    That ain’t 6ix9ine’s
    That ain’t 6ix9ine’s

    [Verse]
    Got it sick as six swine
    I don’t sip wine
    But she sit and whine
    Now it’s big time, big thighs
    Big prize, stick five
    For the lick, guys
    Thank god, devil shooting big fries
    Shoot your big guy, shoot your little guys
    Don’t cry, dunking on your magic guys
    Caught him, I keep lettin’ go
    Make a motherfucking movie, make a motherfucking show
    I ain’t talking ’bout no T.V., this ain’t fucking HBO
    Tekashi69 from that Scum fucking squad
    No doors, break the walls, Scum Gang ’til I fall

    [Verse 2]
    But I’m on the block where that 6 stay, clap with it
    Red dot, with the mop with it
    Off with his top with it
    Clip to be a shooter, you be shootin’ niggas
    And the shooters getting shot by niggas shootin’ niggas
    Tekashi69 from that Scum fucking squad
    No doors, break the walls, Scum Gang ’til I fall


  • 6ix9ine – Inferno Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Young nigga stay wildin’
    Scum niggas on violent
    BX, Long Island
    [?] sirens
    Ride ’round with them thangs out
    Niggas don’t wanna bang out
    Y’all ain’t got that gun talk
    Y’all ain’t got that gun talk
    Move ki on weekend
    Move ki on weekend
    Y’all ain’t gettin’ no money man
    Y’all ain’t gettin’ no money man
    I’m on the block with the guns out
    You don’t wanna get gun down
    I’m from that block boy
    I’m from that block boy
    16 on my Glock now
    Pussy nigga get shot down
    You don’t want no war, man
    You don’t want no war, man
    Scum Gang niggas know me
    Scum Gang niggas know me
    On the block catch a felony
    On the block catch a felony

    [Hook]
    On the mayhem or the violence
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    On the mayhem or the violence
    Pussy nigga be quiet
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    On the mayhem or the violence
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    On the mayhem or the violence
    Pussy nigga be quiet
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    Scum Gang we the wildest

    [Bridge]
    Yeah, rollin’ with my niggas, rollin’ with my squad squadron
    I say yeah, we don’t know them niggas, so we [?]

    [Verse 2]
    Bitches on with the big dick
    6IX9INE ain’t no [?], bitch
    Bitches know I get down
    Bitches know I get down
    I be on the block [?]
    With the coke do the hocus pocus
    360 with the wrist gang
    Watch me whipping to a hurricane
    Niggas know I’m gettin’ guala
    Guala guala, I’m in Guatemala
    Half Rican, half Mexican
    Put it through your resume
    I do this for my young niggas
    Do this for my Scum niggas
    Can’t fuck with a fuck nigga
    Throw your middle fingers up, nigga

    [Hook]
    On the mayhem or the violence
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    On the mayhem or the violence
    Pussy nigga be quiet
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    On the mayhem or the violence
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    On the mayhem or the violence
    Pussy nigga be quiet
    Scum Gang we the wildest
    Scum Gang we the wildest


  • 6ix9ine – Gotti Gotti Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Got me, got me Rollie
    Ya can’t even afford it though
    Got me, got me, ultra Gotti got it, uh
    (*laughter*)

    [Chorus]
    Came up blood gang, 30 bang
    Scum Gang
    Big choppa, big thang
    Let your nuts hang
    Who that?
    Don’t say
    BBA change your mood, aye
    Anyday
    Gotti Gotti
    Cooking up, speed it up
    Double cup, xanny cup
    Boot it up, mollied up
    Molly up, break it up
    Cop it, then I serve it up
    Give it up
    Gotti Gotti

    [Verse 1]
    Fuck with my day ones
    Do you know I flooded the chain once?
    Got the money and I split it with day ones
    She fuck me back when I was lame, nah
    Yeah you know I do my dance
    In the club, throwin’ dub
    Rack it up, shake it up
    Watch me do it how I bust it up
    I mix it up then I hit her with the blicky, ah
    So drip it, drip it, drip it
    You ain’t got no money you can keep her
    Bitch I got my Nina, imma squeeze her
    If you really wanna meet her she a greeter
    It was really nice to meet ya I don’t need ya
    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)
    Praying that the Lord take a chance with me
    Wouldn’t come when I was up and on the wrong things
    I ain’t silly ain’t no dumb nigga are you dumb nigga?
    Are you stayin’ with the pump nigga fuck is up nigga?
    Is you mad you’s a suck nigga
    I don’t trust niggas
    Scum Gang chew ’em up
    Nigga we don’t fuck with ya

    [Chorus]
    Came up blood gang, 30 bang
    Scum Gang
    Big choppa, big thang
    Let your nuts hang
    Who that?
    Don’t say
    BBA change your mood, aye
    Anyday
    Gotti Gotti
    Cooking up, speed it up
    Double cup, xanny cup
    Boot it up, mollied up
    Molly up, break it up
    Cop it, then I serve it up
    Give it up
    Gotti Gotti

    [Verse 2]
    Gotti Gotti
    Who, who really with the money, money?
    Who, who really with the Gotti Gotti?
    Who, who really with the money, money?
    Ooh
    Do my things, hit my things
    Breakin’ bands, hunnid bands on my thing
    Mollied up, molly up, get it up
    Cop it, then I serve it up
    Give it up
    Really with the got it, got it

    [Outro]
    Who, who really with the got it got it
    Who, who really with the
    (Really with the, really with the)


  • 6ix9ine – GOTTI Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Got me, got me Rollie
    Ya can’t even afford it though
    Got me, got me, ultra
    Gotti got it, uh
    Gotti got it

    [Chorus]
    Came up blood gang, 30 bang, Scum Gang
    Big choppa, big thang, let your nuts hang
    Who that? 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

    [Verse 1]
    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 it 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 the 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

    [Chorus]
    Okay, my blood gang, 30 bang, scum gang
    Big choppa, big thang, let your nuts hang
    Who that? 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

    [Post-Chorus]
    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 things, hit my things
    Break these bands, hunnid bands on my thing
    Mollied up, molly up, get it up
    Cop it, then I serve it up
    Give it up, really with the Gotti, Gotti

    [Outro]
    Who, who really with the Gotti, Gotti?
    Who, who really with the—


  • 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