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joe young - tsunami 2.0 lyrics

[intro: 6ix9ine, gucci mane, & joe young]
joe young
mike rebel (gang), it’s gucci
what’s poppin’? what? no limit
yeah

[chorus: 6ix9ine & mike rebel]
(yeah) 6ix9ine on my face
i’ma shoot him in the face (what?)
i’ma shoot you, beat the case
put that n-gg- in his place (yeah)
that’s so real, i tat it on my stomach (what, what?)
that’s so real, i tat it on my stomach (what? yeah)
got these tats on all on my body (body)
tat for every hommy (hommy)
ridin’ with that tommy (tommy)
little wave, i’m the tsunami (yeah)
that’s so real, i tat it on my stomach (what, what?)
that’s so real, i tat it on my stomach (what? yeah)

[interlude: 6ix9ine]
yeah
sc-m gang
what?

[verse 1: joe young & 6ix9ine]
i’m the o-n-e, n-gg-, j-o-e
n-gg-s out here really tryna be like me
tryna see like me, rock clean like me
true beam on me with the cream on me
but i keep it low-key ’til i d-i-e
should have practiced, got a stee i-d
on the backpack, you know i be
in the black range, you ain’t cold as me
on this rap sh-t tryna flow like me
all these ratchets, tryna blow like me
‘fore they clap sh-t for this d-o-e
all this trapping to the free ogs
on the flagship, n-gg-, g-o-d
kinda ratchet with a beam on me
got them gadgets with the lean on knee (what?)
can’t catch up, try to scheme on me

[verse 2: sc-m lord d!zzy]
i got sc-m gang branded on the stomach, my n-gg-
i run this, my n-gg-, from the penthouse to the dungeons, my n-gg-
who want it, my n-gg-? got shooters out in london, my n-gg-
to germany, who heard of me for selling onions, my n-gg-
i’m sc-m, society can’t understand me, f-ck ’em
i stay underground to build the realest family, cousin
these other clowns spit fluff for a grammy, it’s nothing
we got crowds big enough to start a stampede coming
whole sc-m gang gifted and naturally grind
b-tch, we built under pressure, never crack under fire
stacking the diamonds, science that we actually shine
so free 6ix9ine, he don’t deserve that capital time, nah

[verse 3: chaz marcus]
yeah, yeah
i’m an east coast n-gg- on my west coast sh-t
used to hold my grip, now she hold my d-ck
and i stack my chips, now a safe won’t fit
h-lla bags, i got h-lla bags, make these n-gg-s mad, yeah, yeah
all my b-tches bad, n-gg-, that’s a fact, yeah, yeah
made a couple plays, and i’m from my gang, yeah, yeah
chase money, be wildin’, heard most of you n-gg-s be lyin’, yeah
and you know we a problem
and tell ’em free my n-gg- bobby, yeah

[verse 4: gucci mane]
it’s gucci
gucci, i’m so icy that i tat it on my face
got a ice cream cone match my ice cold chain (burr)
i’m just coolin’, bae
it’s gucci man and chu
if you ain’t come to f-ck then you should keep it movin’, bae
i’m getting a bunch of cash, that’s nothin’ new today
i hit the strip club, can’t tell you what i threw today
just bought a rolls-royce, i’m ’bout to paint it blue today
i tint my windows same color as my cartiers
and i just ripped the stage, wrote another page
i’m just a eight figure mogul that got out the cage (it’s gucci)
my hood so real, i tat it on my stomach
zone 6 but the choppas hold a hundred

[verse 5: mike rebel]
ooh, o.n.e like ne-yo
hollow when it’s comin’ just like cleo (yeah i do)
no, it’s not the migos (uh-uh)
talkin’ to the pharaoh, free my people
boy, that hood don’t look the same (nah)
n-gg-s still destructin’, they just took the chain
grandmama, she took the pain (uh, yeah)
buried all my uncles, d-mn the preacher paid (d-mn, he paid!)
d-mn them n-gg-‘s gettin’ paid
them boys on the corner, they ain’t sellin’ lemonade
police lock us in a cage (they lock us up, n-gg-!)
crackin’ k!llin’ n-gg-s just like renegade

[verse 6: doe the ceo]
ich habe baba gene, du quarantäne
ich bin unfickbar, auch wenn ich nicht wie ein pfarrer lebe
du bist gerüchteküche, ich h-ll’s kitchen
ein punch würd dich ans andre ende der welt schicken
wenn ich texte schreib’, zerfetz’ ich einfach so das mic
[?], denn ich bin actionreich wie wesley snipes
ja, fick’ dein’n schlechten vibe
ich fresse dich bei lebendigem leib, weil mir deine f-cking hackfresse reicht
jaja, m-ssenhysterie
du bist fake, n-gg-, wie plastische chirurgie
ich hab’ appet-t wie’n krokodil, bin aggressiv, agari (brra)
auf dem beat wie ein f-cking freak, musik machen, mein fachgebiet
nach dem [?] bin ich süchtig wie ein kettenraucher
digga, du bist echt ein bauer, fick’ auf deine schlechte aura
laber bitte nicht wie cool du bist
ich sag’ zu dir: „move b-tch!“ wie ludacris

[outro: mike rebel]
that’s so real, i tat it on my stomach
that’s so real, i tat it on my stomach

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