[Intro: 6ix9ine, Joe Young, & Gucci Mane]
Joe Young
Mike Rebel (Gang), it's Gucci
What's poppin'? What? No limit
Yeah
[Chorus: 6ix9ine & Mike Rebel]
(Yeah) 6ix9ine on my face
I'ma shoot him in the face (What?)
I'ma shoot you, beat the case
Put that nigga in his place (Yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What? Yeah)
Got these tats on all on my body (Body)
Tat for every hommy (Hommy)
Ridin' with that Tommy (Tommy)
Little wave, I'm the Tsunami (Yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What? Yeah)
[Interlude: 6ix9ine]
Yeah
Scum Gang
What
[Verse 1: Joe Young & 6ix9ine]
I'm the O-N-E, nigga, J-O-E
Niggas out here really tryna be like me
Tryna see like me, rock clean like me
True beam on me with the cream on me
But I keep it low-key 'til I D-I-E
Should have practiced, got a stee I-D
On the backpack, you know I be
In the black Range, you ain't cold as me
On this rap shit tryna flow like me
All these ratchets, tryna blow like me
'Fore they clap shit for this D-O-E
All this trapping to the free OGs
On the flagship, nigga, G-O-D
Kinda ratchet with a beam on me
Got them gadgets with the lean on knee (What?)
Can't catch up, try to scheme on me
Joe Young
Mike Rebel (Gang), it's Gucci
What's poppin'? What? No limit
Yeah
[Chorus: 6ix9ine & Mike Rebel]
(Yeah) 6ix9ine on my face
I'ma shoot him in the face (What?)
I'ma shoot you, beat the case
Put that nigga in his place (Yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What? Yeah)
Got these tats on all on my body (Body)
Tat for every hommy (Hommy)
Ridin' with that Tommy (Tommy)
Little wave, I'm the Tsunami (Yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What? Yeah)
[Interlude: 6ix9ine]
Yeah
Scum Gang
What
[Verse 1: Joe Young & 6ix9ine]
I'm the O-N-E, nigga, J-O-E
Niggas out here really tryna be like me
Tryna see like me, rock clean like me
True beam on me with the cream on me
But I keep it low-key 'til I D-I-E
Should have practiced, got a stee I-D
On the backpack, you know I be
In the black Range, you ain't cold as me
On this rap shit tryna flow like me
All these ratchets, tryna blow like me
'Fore they clap shit for this D-O-E
All this trapping to the free OGs
On the flagship, nigga, G-O-D
Kinda ratchet with a beam on me
Got them gadgets with the lean on knee (What?)
Can't catch up, try to scheme on me
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