Tekashi 6ix9ine Feat. Offset – “Gummo Remix” Lyrics

(Intro)
n*gg*s iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum, it holds fifty, uh
Scum Gang

(Verse 1)
Pop these n*gg*s like a wheelie n*gg*, you a silly n*gg*
In the hood with them billy n*gg*s and them Hoover n*gg*s
You run up and they shootin’ n*gg*s, we ain’t hoopin’ n*gg*
No KB, you a loser n*gg*, up that uzi n*gg*
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 whore, she fiendin’ for some more
In New York my n*gg*s don’t Milly Rock, my n*gg*s money bop
Blow a case a n*gg* throwin’ shots, I run ’em off they block
Quarter milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
n*gg*s talkin’ ’bout that cash but my bag worth alot
I don’t f*ck 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’ma f*ck her then I dash home, to the cash hoe

(Chorus)
I’m on some rob a n*gg* sh*t, take a n*gg* 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*gg*s b*tch (Offset)

(Verse 2)
Diamonds hittin’ (hittin’), when a boss talk b*tch listen, huh (hey, hey)
We get yo biscuit, huh (biscuits), I sic out my dog they vicious, huh (grr)
f*ck these b*tches, huh, had to run out the bag in the kitchen, huh
My n*gg* on stick shift, huh (stick shift) get Earl off n*gg* on some real sh*t, huh
Blow up the NAWF (NAWF), it’s all in the jaw (it’s all in the jaw)
Let me see my opp, uh, 30 on my Glock
Plug ’em like a sock, trap out the pot (trap out)
Carbon grip the car (car, brr), trap whip the marks (hey)
My rock a milli (milli), I take care a village (village)
My b*tch the realest (realest) Wraith cost half a mili (Wraith)
Hermes belt lizard (lizard), my b*tch blooded like Clifford
Lambo speed shiftin’ (Lambo), get shot in your back like Ricky (bah)
Glock .40 give you a hickey, smokin’ on cook like a hippy
She smoke on the dope on a visit, we haul it up first then we blitzin’ (blitz)
RIP to Pistol (Pistol), get wacked off when I was with him
You got caught, you got caught, down back you a victim
n*gg*s ain’t showin’ no sympathy
Better think twice before you start dissin’ me

(Verse 3)
n*gg*s iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Move milli’, all my n*gg*s 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*gg*, f*ck it

(Chorus)
I’m on some rob a n*gg* sh*t, take a n*gg* 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*gg* b*tch
I’m on some rob a n*gg* sh*t, take a n*gg* 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*gg* b*tch

(Outro)
Scum Gang

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