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6ix9ine - gummo [clean version] lyrics

[intro]
movin’ iffy, uh, bl1cky got the stiffy, uh
got the bl1cky, uh, drum, it hold fifty, uh
sc-m!

[verse 1]
pop these- pop these like a wheelie, you a silly…
in the hood with them billy hittas and them hoover hittas
you run up and they shootin’, we ain’t hoopin’
yo, kb, you a loser, up that uzi
on the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone
she wanna —-, but keep her clothes on, i only want the jaw
man, that’s really all i use her for, then kick her out the door
i don’t want her, you can keep the…, she fiendin’ for some more
in new york, my homies don’t milly rock, my homies money bop
blow a case, a throwin’ shots, i run ’em off they block
quarter milli’ in the stash box, i grinded for my spot
they be talkin’ ’bout that cash, but my bag worth a lot
i don’t talk to no old flows, only new flows
put my bl1cky in her backbone, i p-ss her to my bro
i don’t love her, that’s sad, she a bad
i’ma —- her, then i dash home, to the cash

[chorus]
i’m on some rob a —– ish, take the —– —–
do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
i pull up with a stick, i let that hit
shout out ——-, but i —-ed that —– —–

[verse 2]
movin’ iffy, uh, bl1cky got the stiffy, uh
got the bl1cky, uh, drum it hold fifty, uh
move milli’, all with me on fifty, uh
talk down (pew pew pew), you silly, uh (fah-fah-fah-fah)
hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
spinnin’ through ya block, like a pop shove-it
shoot at me, i’m shootin’ back, i’m gettin’ buckets
i ain’t wanna take his life, but —–, —- it

[chorus]
i’m on some rob a —– ish, take the —– —–
do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
i pull up with a stick, i let that hit
shout out ——-, but i —-ed that —– —–
i’m on some rob a —– ish, take the —– —–
do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
i pull up with a stick, i let that hit
shout out ——-, but i —-ed that —– —–

[outro]
sc-m!

- 6ix9ine lyrics

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