6ix9ine - KOODA lyrics
Tekashi69 [Daniel Hernandez] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[6ix9ine - KOODA lyrics]
Scum Gang!
Niggas runnin' out they 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'ma 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 shootin' stupid
Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid
I really do this
If I tote it then you know I'll
Shoot it and I'ma prove it
Back, back, don't be movin', stupid
Or I'ma 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 they 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
(It's Koncept P, the beat knockin')
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 they 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
(It's Koncept P, the beat knockin')
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 they 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'ma 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 shootin' stupid
Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid
I really do this
If I tote it then you know I'll
Shoot it and I'ma prove it
Back, back, don't be movin', stupid
Or I'ma 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 they 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
(It's Koncept P, the beat knockin')
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 they 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
(It's Koncept P, the beat knockin')
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