| Niggas runnin' out they mouth, but they never pop out
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| I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
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| All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
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| Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about
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| All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
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| Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
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| We gon' pull up, nigga, ¡ándale!, on Sangre
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| We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
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| In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
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| Shit, my pockets on a runnin' man, fuck a rubberband
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| I'ma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan, man
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| Need the drugs? |
| I'm the Xan man, I'm the damn man
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| I roll up, I'm gon' be booted, stupid, and shootin' stupid
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| Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid, I really do this
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| If I tote it then you know I'll shoot it and I'ma prove it
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| Back, back, don't be movin', stupid, or I'ma use it (Squad)
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| Dicky stiffy, uh, bet she give some licky, uh
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| Lil bitty, uh, bust all on her titties, uh
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| She a skeezer, uh, really don't need her, uh
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| Bust then I leave her, uh, she a little eater, uh
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| Get back, kickback, blow your shit back, uh
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| Rip that, take that, flip that, send that, uh
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| .223 hit, where your clothes at? |
| Uh
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| Scum Gang 'bout that Fendi, fin-act, uh
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| Niggas runnin' out they mouth, but they never pop out
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| I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
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| All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
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| Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about
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| All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
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| Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
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| We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on Sangre (It's Koncept P, the beat knockin')
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| We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
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| You can talk hot on the internet, boy
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| That's that goofy shit, we ain't into that, boy
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| Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
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| Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy
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| You can talk hot on the internet, boy
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| That's that goofy shit, we ain't into that, boy
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| Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
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| Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy
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| Niggas runnin' out they mouth, but they never pop out
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| I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
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| All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
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| Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about (It's Koncept P, the beat knockin')
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| All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
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| Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
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| We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on Sangre
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| We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song KOODA , by - 6ix9ine. Song from the album Day69: Graduation Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп