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GUMMO (Remix)

by Kooda B

[Intro: 6ix9ine]
n*ggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, 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 whore, 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 di*k 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 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 (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Diamonds hittin' (hittin'), when a boss talk, b*tch, listen, huh (hey, hey)
We get yo' biscuit, huh (biscuits), I sic all my dogs, they vicious, huh (grr)
f*ck these b*tches, huh, had to run out the bag in the kitchen, huh
My n*gga on stick shift (stick shift), get Earl off n*gga 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, ooh, 30 on my Glock
Plug 'em like a sock, trap out the pot (trap out)
Carbon grip the cartridge (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)
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, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, 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]
Sc*m Gang!