KOODA Songtext
von 6ix9ine
KOODA Songtext
Scum Gang
Niggas runnin′ out their mouth, but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon′ pull up, nigga, ¡ándale!, on sangre
We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
Shit, my pockets on a runnin′ man, fuck a rubberband
I′mma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan, man
Need the drugs, I'm the Xan′ man, I'm the damn man
I roll up, I′m gon' be booted, stupid, and shoot it stupid
Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid, I really do this
If I tote it then you know I shoot it and I′mma prove it
Back, back, don't be movin' stupid or I′mma use it (squad)
Dicky stiffy, uh, bet she give some licky, uh
Lil′ bitty, uh, bust all on her titties, uh
She a skeezer, uh, really don't need her, uh
Bust then I leave her, uh, she a little eater, uh
Get back, kickback, blow your shit back, uh
Rip that, take that, flip that, send that, uh
.223 hit, where your clothes at? Uh
Scum Gang ′bout that Fendi, fin-act, uh
Niggas runnin' out their mouth, but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon′ show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on sangre
We post up, we don′t do the race, you gon' die today
You can talk hot on the internet, boy
That's that goofy shit, we ain′t into that, boy
Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil′ boy
You can talk hot on the internet, boy
That's that goofy shit, we ain′t into that, boy
Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil' boy
Niggas runnin′ out their mouth, but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon′ pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on sangre
We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
Niggas runnin′ out their mouth, but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon′ pull up, nigga, ¡ándale!, on sangre
We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
Shit, my pockets on a runnin′ man, fuck a rubberband
I′mma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan, man
Need the drugs, I'm the Xan′ man, I'm the damn man
I roll up, I′m gon' be booted, stupid, and shoot it stupid
Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid, I really do this
If I tote it then you know I shoot it and I′mma prove it
Back, back, don't be movin' stupid or I′mma use it (squad)
Dicky stiffy, uh, bet she give some licky, uh
Lil′ bitty, uh, bust all on her titties, uh
She a skeezer, uh, really don't need her, uh
Bust then I leave her, uh, she a little eater, uh
Get back, kickback, blow your shit back, uh
Rip that, take that, flip that, send that, uh
.223 hit, where your clothes at? Uh
Scum Gang ′bout that Fendi, fin-act, uh
Niggas runnin' out their mouth, but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon′ show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on sangre
We post up, we don′t do the race, you gon' die today
You can talk hot on the internet, boy
That's that goofy shit, we ain′t into that, boy
Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil′ boy
You can talk hot on the internet, boy
That's that goofy shit, we ain′t into that, boy
Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil' boy
Niggas runnin′ out their mouth, but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon′ pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on sangre
We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
Writer(s): Daniel Hernandez, Andrew Green, Paul Alejandro Penso Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
