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6ix9ine - gummo (remix) lyrics

[intro: 6ix9ine]
n-ggas iffy, uh, bl!cky got the stiffy, uh
got the bl!cky, uh, drum, it holds fifty, uh
sc-m gang!

[verse 1: 6ix9ine]
pop these n-ggas like a wheelie, n-gga, you a silly n-gga
in the hood with them billy n-ggas and them hoover n-ggas
you run up and they shootin’ n-ggas, we ain’t hoopin’, n-gga
yo kb, you a loser, n-gga, up that uzi, n-gga
on the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone
she wanna f-ck, 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 wh0r-, she fiendin’ for some more
in new york my n-ggas don’t milly rock, my n-ggas money bop
blow a case, a n-gga throwin’ shots, i run ’em off they block
quarter milli in the stash box, i grinded for my spot
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout that cash but my bag worth alot
i don’t f-ck with no old hoes, only new hoes
put my d-ck in her backbone, i p-ss her to my bro
i don’t love her, that’s a sad ho, she a bad ho
i’ma f-ck her, then i dash home, to the cash ho

[chorus: 6ix9ine]
i’m on some rob a n-gga sh-t, take a n-gga b-tch
do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
i pull up with a stick, i let that sh-t hit
shout out ——- but i f-cked that n-ggas b-tch

[verse 2: offset]
offset! diamonds hittin’ (hittin’)
when the boss talk, b-tch, listen, huh (hey, hey)
we get ya biscuit, huh (biscuits)
i sic out my dogs, they vicious, huh (rrr, rrr)
f-ck these b-tches, huh
had to run up the bag in the kitchen, huh (bag, bag)
my n-gga on stick shift (stick shift)
get airlift, n-gga, on some real sh-t, huh (woo!)
blow up the nawf (nawf)
it’s all in them drawers (it’s all in them drawers)
let me see my opp (opps), ooh, 30 on my glock (glocks)
plug ’em like a sock (sockets)
trap out the pot (trap out)
carbon grip the cartridge (car, brr)
trap whip the marks (hey)
my rock cost milli’ (milli’)
i take care of village (village)
my b-tch the realest (realest)
wraith cost half a milli’ (wraith)
hermes, balenci’ (hermes)
my b-tch blooded like clifford (blooded)
lambo speed shiftin’ (lambo)
get shot in your back like ricky (bow)
glock .40’ll give you a hickey
smokin’ on cook like a hippy (cookie)
she smoke up the dope on a visit (smoke up)
we hold it up first, then we blitzin’ (blitz)
r.i.p. to pistol (pistol), get whacked off when i whistle
you got caught down back, you a victim
n-ggas ain’t showin’ no sympathy
better think twice before you start dissin’ me

[verse 3: 6ix9ine]
n-ggas iffy, uh, bl!cky got the stiffy, uh
got the bl!cky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
move milli’, all my n-ggas 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 n-gga, f-ck it

[chorus: 6ix9ine]
i’m on some rob a n-gga sh-t, take a n-gga b-tch
do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
i pull up with a stick, i let that sh-t hit
shout out… but i f-cked that n-gga b-tch
i’m on some rob a n-gga sh-t, take a n-gga b-tch
do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
i pull up with a stick, i let that sh-t hit
shout out… but i f-cked that n-gga b-tch

[outro: 6ix9ine]
sc-m gang!

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