6ix9ine - Kooda lyrics

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6ix9ine - Kooda lyrics

SCUM GANG n***as running out they mouth but they never pop out I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my n***as on 50 so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about All my n***as really gang bang, talk that damn slang Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang We gon' pull up, n***a, Andale, on Sangre We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today In the spot, blow 50 bands, sh**, 100 bands sh**, my pockets on a running man, f** a rubber-band I'mma f** her in a handstand, she a fan man Need the d**, I'm the xan man, I'm the damn man I roll up I'm gon' be booted, stupid, and shoot a 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 moving stupid, or I'mma use it Bicky stiffy, uh Now she get some licky , uh Lil bitty, uh Bust up on her titties, uh She a skeezer uh, really don't need her Bust then I leave her, uh She a real eater, uh Get back, get back, blow this sh** back, uh Flip that, kick that, flip that, send that, uh 223 hit, where your clothes at uh Scum Gang bout that [?], uh n***as running out they mouth but they never pop out I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my n***as on 50 so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about All my n***as really gang bang, talk that damn slang Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang We gon' pull up, n***a, Andale, on Sangre We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today In the spot, blow 50 bands, sh**, 100 bands sh**, my pockets on a running man, f** a rubber-band I'mma f** her in a handstand, she a fan man Need the d**, I'm the xan man, I'm the damn man You can talk hot on the internet boy, that's that goofy sh** we ain't in to that, boy Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy Tie her up, drive that sh** off a bridge, lil boy You can talk hot on the internet boy, that's that goofy sh** we ain't in to that, boy Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy Tie her up, drive that sh** off a bridge, lil boy n***as running out they mouth but they never pop out I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my n***as on 50 so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about All my n***as really gang bang, talk that damn slang Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang We gon' pull up, n***a, Andale, on Sangre We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today In the spot, blow 50 bands, sh**, 100 bands sh**, my pockets on a running man, f** a rubber-band I'mma f** her in a handstand, she a fan man Need the d**, I'm the xan man, I'm the damn man