Joe Young, Mike Rebel, Gucci Mane, 6ix9ine, Doe The CEO , Scum Gang - Tsunami 2.0 lyrics

Joe Young mike Rebel (Gang) , it's Gucci
What's poppin'? What? No limit yeah

(yeah) 6ix9ine on my face
I'ma shoot him in the face (What?)
I'ma shoot you, beat the case
Put that nigga in his place (yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What? yeah)
Got these tats on all on my body (Body)
Tat for every hommy (Hommy)
Ridin' with that Tommy (Tommy)
Little wave, I'm the Tsunami (yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What? yeah)

Yeah scum Gang what?



I'm the O-N-E, nigga, J-O-E
Niggas out here really tryna be like me
Tryna see like me, rock clean like me
True beam on me with the cream on me
But I keep it low-key 'til I D-IE
Should have practiced, got a stee ID
On the backpack, you know I be
In the black Range, you ain't cold as me
On this rap shit tryna flow like me
All these ratchets, tryna blow like me
'Fore they clap shit for this D-O-E
All this trapping to the free OGs
On the flagship, nigga, G-O-D
Kinda ratchet with a beam on me
Got them gadgets with the lean on knee
(What?) can't catch up, try to scheme on me

I got Scum Gang branded on the stomach
My nigga i run this, my nigga, from
The penthouse to the dungeons, my nigga
Who want it, my nigga? Got
Shooters out in London, my nigga
To Germany, who heard of
Me for selling onions, my nigga
I'm Scum, society can't understand me
Fuck 'em i stay underground to build
The realest family, cousin
These other clowns spit fluff for a Grammy
It's nothing we got crowds big enough to
Start a stampede coming
Whole Scum Gang gifted and naturally grind
Bitch, we built under pressure
Never crack under fire
Stacking the diamonds
Science that we actually shine
So free 6ix9ine, he don't
Deserve that capital time, nah

(yeah) 6ix9ine on my face
I'ma shoot him in the face (What?)
I'ma shoot you, beat the case
Put that nigga in his place (yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What? yeah)
Got these tats on all on my body (Body)
Tat for every hommy (Hommy)
Ridin' with that Tommy (Tommy)
Little wave, I'm the Tsunami (yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What? yeah) scum Gang!

Yeah, yeah
I'm an East Coast nigga on my West Coast shit
Used to hold my grip, now she hold my dick
And I stack my chips, now a safe won't fit
Hella bags, I got hella bags
Make these niggas mad, yeah, yeah
All my bitches bad, nigga
That's a fact, yeah, yeah
Made a couple plays, and I'm
From my gang, yeah, yeah
Chase money, be wildin', heard most
Of you niggas be lyin', yeah
And you know we a problem
And tell 'em free my nigga Bobby, yeah

It's Gucci
Gucci, I'm so icy that I tat it on my face
Got a ice cream cone match my ice cold chain
(Burr) i'm just coolin', bae
It's Gucci Man and Chu
If you ain't come to fuck then
You should keep it movin', bae
I'm getting a bunch of cash
That's nothin' new today
I hit the strip club
Can't tell you what I threw today
Just bought a Rolls-Royce
I'm 'bout to paint it blue today
I tint my windows same color as my Cartiers
And I just ripped the stage
Wrote another page
I'm just a eight figure mogul
That got out the cage (It's Gucci)
My hood so real, I tat it on my stomach
Zone 6 but the choppas hold a hundred

(yeah) 6ix9ine on my face
I'ma shoot him in the face (What?)
I'ma shoot you, beat the case
Put that nigga in his place (yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What? yeah)
Got these tats on all on my body (Body)
Tat for every hommy (Hommy)
Ridin' with that Tommy (Tommy)
Little wave, I'm the Tsunami (yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What? yeah)

Ooh, ONE like Ne-Yo
Hollow when it's comin' just like Cleo
(yeah I do) no, it's not the Migos (Uh, uh)
Talkin' to the pharaoh, free my people
Boy, that hood don't look the same (Nah)
Niggas still destructin'
They just took the chain
Grandmama, she took the pain (Uh, yeah)
Buried all my uncles, damn the preacher paid
(Damn, he paid)
Damn them nigga's gettin' paid
Them boys on the corner
They ain't sellin' lemonade
Police lock us in a cage
(They lock us up, nigga)
Crackin' killin' niggas just like renegade

Ey, yo! Ich habe Baba-Gene, du Quarantäne
Ich bin unfickbar
Auch wenn ich nicht wie ein Pfarrer lebe
Du bist Gerüchteküche, ich Hell's Kitchen
Ein Punch würd dich ans andre
Ende der Welt schicken
Wenn ich texte schreib'
Zerfetz' ich einfach so das Mic
Denn ich bin actionreich wie Wesley Snipes
Ja fick' dein'n schlechten Vibe
Ich fresse dich bei lebendigem Leib
Weil mir deine fucking Hackfresse reicht
Ja, ja, Massenhysterie
Du bist fake, Nigga, wie Plastische Chirurgie
Ich hab' Appetit wie'n
Krokodil, bin aggressiv, agari
(brra) auf dem Beat wie ein fucking Freak
Musik machen mein Fachgebiet
Nach dem bin ich süchtig
Wie ein Kettenraucher
Dicka, du bist echt ein Bauer
Fick' auf deine schlechte Aura
Laber bitte nicht, wie cool du bist
Ich sag' zu dir: "Move Bitch!" wie Ludacris

(yeah) 6ix9ine on my face
I'ma shoot him in the face (What?)
I'ma shoot you, beat the case
Put that nigga in his place (yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What? yeah)
Got these tats on all on my body (Body)
Tat for every hommy (Hommy)
Ridin' with that Tommy (Tommy)
Little wave, I'm the Tsunami (yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What? yeah)

That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach