Big Baby Scumbag – Texaco Lyrics

Hook
You can call me ugly bitch, but you can’t call me broke
All my niggas blowing gas like it’s Texaco
Ten toes, lay em down just like domino
Acrobat money flipping till it can’t fold

Verse 1
I just bought a bitch, I just bought her new hibachi
I just f**ked this bitch, I just kick it like karate
I got teriyaki, I got juice – sake sake
I just slit my wrist, I just cook that bitch wasabi
Air Max 90 on my feet that’s why I’m walking now
Jewelry round my neck, told your bitch to walk it down
If it ain’t bout getting money watchu talking bout
I just pulled up I don’t dance I just Diddy Bop
Pull up with yo baby mama, pull off with Madonna
My bitch boujee she like Gucci, Louis, Bally, Prada
I be all about a dollar bitch I need that guala
I let’s doi , o let’s do it like a Waka Flocka

Hook
You can call me ugly bitch, but you can’t call me broke
All my niggas blowing gas like it’s Texaco
Ten toes, lay em down just like dominos
Acrobat money flipping till it can’t fold

Verse 2
Yeah I got that swag flu, think I need a theraflu
Shorty what that mouth do yeah I got a bad too
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, you ain’t made a hit nigga
All I know is rich niggas, Polo this ain’t Hilfiger
I don’t want a deal with you, I just want a mil quicker
Polo boy shawty on the track that’s why I kill niggas
I don’t want a deal with you, I just want a mil quicker
Polo boy shawty on the track that’s why I kill niggas
Look, bitch I’m all about that Benji ballin like I’m Penny
My crib dirty like them dishes, all my bitches pretty
I been stuntin for a minute nigga I ain’t finished
I just wanna cop a Bentley just to say I did it

Hook
You can call me ugly bitch, but you can’t call me broke
All my niggas blowing gas like it’s Texaco
Ten toes, lay em down just like domino
Acrobat money flipping till it can’t fold

Jackboy – Not A Clone Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
Beat him up, give me that
f**k ’em, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Spent my life in the streets and I ain’t been bit yet
Say I’m dumb ’cause I’ll come and kill for respect
Real right street nigga, what the f**k do you expect?
If I can’t beat him, f**k it, go get the TEC
I ain’t taking no more L’s, can’t have that on my rep’
Ain’t gotta run the streets no more, but still be out tryna step
Free Maine Musik right now, he caught in the web
I just got out and I’m already f**kin’ celebs
My lil’ raw ass, dog ass, never had to pay for ass
Always known to get the cash, once I get it, I’m gon’ spazz
Soon as I get it, make ’em mad
Sonning niggas, I’m they dad
Why you hate? You should be glad
Beat my case, shout out to Brad
Beat my case, don’t gotta rat
I just made love to a nat
Why the f**k I ate the cat?
Aladdin, f**ked her on a mat
Riding in a dirty Jag’
Riding with a dirty MAC
Hop out, it’s just me and Yack
Hop out dressed up in all black

[Chorus]
Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her ‘lone
Won’t give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown
Promise I don’t need no friends, I can thug all alone
I’ll be damned, I let them crackers turn me into a clone
‘Fore I do that, I’ma just go buy a flip phone
Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone
If I’m dead broke, ain’t no telling what I’m really on
If I’m dead broke, I’m back to breakin’ in people home

[Verse 2]
Never been a lame nigga, bitch, go ask about me
I’m always gon’ get that bread, I’m just never gon’ be cocky
Every time I hit the scene, I be acting a donkey
My girl threw away my molly, so right now I’m on Perkys
Locked up, swear to God I was no man flunky
For that bottom bunk, I even had to beat up my bunkie
To be honest, I don’t even much really feel sorry
Cold hearted nigga, no sympathy for nobody
I’m the freshest lil’ coolest nigga inside the party
Christian Louboutins on my feet, got me feeling godly
In G5, tryna turn a stripper to Cardi
Bust like a chopper when she start to ride like a Harley
On my glee mask, no Diddy Bop, we moving like Kylie
Prayed up, I don’t even gotta go see mommy
Hoes gotta sign a contract just to be around me
‘Cause for a bill, these hoes’ll do you like they did Cosby

[Chorus]
Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her ‘lone
Won’t give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown
Promise I don’t need no friends, I can thug all alone
I’ll be damned, I let them crackers turn me into a clone
‘Fore I do that, I’ma just go buy a flip phone
Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone
If I’m dead broke, ain’t no telling what I’m really on
If I’m dead broke, I’m back to breakin’ in people home

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Beat him up, give me that
f**k ’em, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ski Mask The Slump God – Van w/ No Roof Lyrics

[Hook x2]
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof

[Inter]
Feel me up, turn me up
DjCreativeMind
Ski Mask in the fuckin’ building
Bring that shit back
Ay, ay, ayy
My boof like a roof
My boof like a roof

[Chorus]
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof

[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof

[Verse: The48Lord]
She looks like a goose, [?]
I move like a moose, and I pour out the goose
I am a winner, that mean people lose
Wake up in the morning, what jewel do I choose
[?]
You living the life, just to get some more views
[?] profit, I hang around jewelers
I alakazam, I leave bitches confused

[Verse: DirtyFaceSmook]
They callin’ me dirty [?]
The choppa, he [?] the Milly Rock
The Glock he make you do the Diddy Bop
My face on yo’ bitch with her titties out
The others who know I ain’t bluffin
You bitches is crusty, disgustin’
At least you shit for some money
My [?], my diamonds aquatic
[?]
[?]

[Chorus]
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof
Hmm
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof

[Verse 2: DirtyFaceSmook]
Why you hatin’ from the nose bleeds
Fuck around, I’m pourin’ in my codeine
Fuck around, I put [?] her ovaries
She a lucky lil bitch, like a [?]
Boy I told you to stick to the plan
You did not listen and I am the man
[?] the bands
My diamonds, they dance
Like Usher, they dance

[Verse 3]
Niggas never ran through a lobby
Shit I used to do for a hobby (yeah!)
Shit I used to do for a hobby (yeah!)
Shit I used to do for a hobby (yeah!)
Right now parkin’ my new ‘Rari
Yeah I prolly just met at the party
Bitch [?] in dead
[?] get you some bread
Bitch I [?] get some head
[?] feds (ayyy!)

[Chorus]
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof

6ix9ine – KEKE (feat. Fetty Wap & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie) lyrics

[Intro: 6ix9ine]
Scum Gang!

[Chorus 1: 6ix9ine]
I’ll be on the block on the regular
With my niggas bustin’ at the cops, on the regular
Bitches suckin’ dick, givin’ top, on the regular
Catch me water whippin’ straight drop, on the regular
Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular
Bare-faced, I’ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular
Yeah I’m 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Niggas want war yeah, kick the door yeah
Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake ’em off yeah
I’m still in the hood yeah, bussin’ juggs yeah
Rollin’ through the city, yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want that bitch back, I don’t chit-chat
Run up here? Click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain’t a hot boy, I’m a block boy
Double trigger Glock, make him Diddy Bop, boy

[Chorus 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga, we be bustin’ at the opps, on the regular
Nigga, we be duckin’ from the cops, on the regular
Bitches suckin’ dick and givin’ top on the regular
Shit that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular
Nigga, if it’s comin’ from my spot it ain’t regular
Someone’s will is on a different side, it ain’t regular
You can’t take the money when you die, it ain’t regular
Niggas with me really ready to die on the regular

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (yeah)
Pull up, we gon’ shoot, don’t check out the score yet
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
They know I got juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah
Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (yeah)
Pull up, we gon’ shoot, don’t check out the score yet
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
They know I got juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah
They know I’ma ball like LaVar (ay)
‘Bout to take a trip to the stars
Let a nigga drip in designer
Ay, makin’ money, flip for the mob

[Verse 3: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mm yeah
Shmegular, that’s regular, mm yeah
I hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeah
If I’m a player, you a slut, ooh yeah
I told my .38, “I love you”
That’s my baby, when I pull up she pull up too
See the, Hermes on the buckle, and a
Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah
Leave ’em wetter, let it rain, nigga
Put the .30 to your motherfuckin’ brain nigga, ah
I’m runnin’ around with the same niggas
Same niggas that’ll take a nigga chain, nigga, huh?

6ix9ine – Keke (feat. Fetty Wap & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Intro: 6ix9ine]
Scum Gang!

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
I be on the block on the regular
With my niggas busting at the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular
Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular
Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular
Bare faced, I’ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular
Yeah I’m 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Niggas want war yeah, kick the door yeah
Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake ’em off yeah
I’m still in the hood yeah, bussin’ juggs yeah
Rollin’ through the city, yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want that bitch back, I don’t chit-chat
Rubber band, click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain’t a hot boy, Imma block boy
Roll up to the block, make him Diddy Bop nigga

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga we be busting at the opps, on the regular
Nigga we be ducking from the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick and giving top, on the regular
Shit that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular
Nigga if you schemin’ for my spot it ain’t regular
Someone be controllin’ from the top on the regular
You can get the money when you die, it ain’t regular
Nigga with me ready to die on the regular
Pull up to the door yeah, get on the floor yeah
Pull up, we gon’ shoot, checkin’ out the store yeah
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
And I got the juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah
Pull up to the door yeah, get on the floor yeah
Pull up, we gon’ shoot, checkin’ out the store yeah
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
And I got the juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah
And they know what we’re all about
[?] drip ’til we stop
Let a nigga drip in his socks
Makin’ money flip for the mob

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Fuck it up, I fuck it up, hum yeah
Smack a lot, I smack a lot, hum yeah
I hit it on the tour bus, hum yeah
If I’m a player, you a slut, ooh yeah
I told my .38 "I love you,"
That my baby, when I pull up she pull up, too
See the, Hermes on the buckle ooh, then I
Light a band, on the duffle ooh yeah
Leave ’em wetter, make it rain, nigga
Put the thirty to your motherfuckin’ brain nigga, uh
I run around with the same niggas
Same niggas that’ll take a nigga chain, nigga

6ix9ine – KeKe (Revised) Lyrics

[Intro:6ix9ine]
Scum Gang

[Hook: 6ix9ine]
I’ll be on the block on the regular
With my niggas bustin’ at the cops, on the regular
Bitches suckin’ dick, givin’ top, on the regular
Catch me water whippin’, straight drop, on the regular
Yeah you know, I’ll run off with the shit, on the regular
Bare faced, I’ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Yeah I’m 6ix9ine, with the .9, on thei regular
Niggas want war yeah, kickin’ doors yeah
Niggas want the sauce yeah, shake em’ off yeah
I’m still in the hood yeah, bustin’ drugs yeah
Rollin’ through the city yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want their bitch back, I don’t chit chat
Rubber band, click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain’t a hot boy, i’ma block boy
Double to your Glock, make him Diddy Bop boy

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga we be bustin up the ops on the regular
Nigga we be duckin’ from the cops on the regular
Bitches suckin’ dick and givin’ top on the regular
Shit that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular
Nigga if its comin’ from my spot, it ain’t regular
Stand my rules, it is on a different side, it ain’t regular
You can take the money when you die, it ain’t regular
Niggas with me really ready to die, on the regular
Pull up to his door, yeah get on the floor yeah
Pull up we gon’ shoot, go check out the score yeah
Different color coupes, money on our floor yeah
They know I got jewels, drippin’ drippin’ sauce yeah
Pull up to his door, yeah get on the floor yeah
Pull up we gon’ shoot, go check out the score yeah
Different color coupes, money on our floor yeah
They know I got jewels, drippin’ drippin’ sauce yeah, ay
They know I’ma ball like a boss
Boutta’ take a trip to the stores
Let a nigga trip in the zone
Makin’ money flip for the mob

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mm yeah
Smack a lot, I smack a lot
I hit on the tour bus, Ooh yeah
If I’m a player, you a slut, Ooh yeah
I told my .38, I love you
That’s my baby, when I pull up, she pull up too
See the, Hermès on the bump, Ooh
In the, lotta’ bag, in duffel, yeah
Leave him wetter, let it rain nigga
Put a .30 to your motherfuckin’ brain nigga
I’m runnin round with the same niggas
Same niggas that will take a nigga chain nigga