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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
6ix9ine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Green
Songwriter
Daniel Hernandez
Songwriter
Paul Penso
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wizard Lee Weinberg
Mixing Engineer
Christian Ehigiator
Producer
Flamm
Producer
Koncept P
Producer
Wizard Lee
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(SCUM GANG!)
[Verse 2]
**** running out they mouth
But they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot
Everybody watch out
All my **** on 50
So you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out
We gon' show what we about
All my **** really gang bang
Talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thang
Let your nuts hang!
We gon' pull up, ****
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 the running man
Fuck a rubber-band!
I'ma fuck her in a handstand
She a fan man
Need the drugs, I'm the Xan man
I'm the damn man!
[Verse 3]
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'ma prove it
Back back, don't be moving stupid
Or I'mma use it!
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
**** running out they mouth
But they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot
Everybody watch out
All my **** on 50
So you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out
We gon' show what we about
All my **** really gang bang
Talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thang
Let your nuts hang!
We gon' pull up, ****
Andale, on Sangre!
We post up, we don't do the race
You gon' die today!
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
**** running out they mouth
But they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot
Everybody watch out
All my **** on 50
So you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out
We gon' show what we about
All my **** really gang bang
Talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thang
Let your nuts hang!
We gon' pull up, ****
Andale, on Sangre!
We post up, we don't do the race
You gon' die today!
Written by: 6ix9ine