6ix9ine – GUMMO (Remix)

6ix9ine

Lyrics

6ix9ine – GUMMO (Remix)

Intro: 6ix9ine

Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum, it holds fifty, uh
Scum Gang!

Verse 1: 6ix9ine

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 shootin’ niggas, we ain’t hoopin’, nigga
Yo KB, you a loser, nigga, up that Uzi, nigga
On the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone
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 fiendin’ for some more
In New York my niggas don’t Milly Rock, my niggas money bop
Blow a case, a nigga throwin’ shots, I run ’em off they block
Quarter milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
Niggas talkin’ ’bout that cash but my bag worth alot
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 ho, she a bad ho
I’ma fuck her, then I dash home, to the cash ho

Chorus: 6ix9ine

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 niggas bitch

Verse 2: Offset

Offset! Diamonds hittin’ (Hittin’)
When the boss talk, bitch, listen, huh (Hey, hey)
We get ya biscuit, huh (Biscuits)
I sic out my dogs, they vicious, huh (Rr, rr)
Fuck these bitches, huh
Had to run up the bag in the kitchen, huh (Bag, bag)
My nigga on stick shift (Stick shift)
Get air lift, nigga, on some real shit, 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 bitch the realest (Realest)
Wraith cost half a mili (Wraith)
Hermes, Balenci’ (Hermes)
My bitch Blooded like Clifford (Blooded)
Lambo speed shiftin’ (Lambo)
Get shot in your back like Ricky (Baow)
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
Niggas ain’t showin’ no sympathy
Better think twice before you start dissin’ me

Verse 3: 6ix9ine

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: 6ix9ine

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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