Kooda Lyrics - 6ix9ine

SCUM GANG 

Niggas running 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, Andale, 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 running man, fuck a rubber-band 

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 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 

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Get back, get back, blow this shit back, uh 

Flip that, kick that, flip that, send that, uh 

223 hit, where your clothes at uh 

Scum Gang bout that Fendi fin-act, uh 

Niggas running 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, Andale, 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 running man, fuck a rubber-band 

I'mma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan man 

Need the drugs, I'm the xan man, I'm the damn man 

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You can talk hot on the internet boy, 

that's that goofy shit we ain't in to 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 in to that, boy 

Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy 

Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy 

Niggas running 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, Andale, 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 running man, fuck a rubber-band 

I'mma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan man 

Need the drugs, I'm the xan man, I'm the damn man