Gummo (Megamix) lyrics

Timothy DelaGhetto

[Part I: 6ix9ine - GUMMO (Megamix)]

[Intro 1: Galaxy Goats; GayHipHop; 6ix9ine]
Creepers iffy, uh
c*m real sticky, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum, it holds fifty, uh

[Intro 2: Galaxy Goats; GayHipHop; 6ix9ine]
MC GANG!
Sc*m Gang!
Gay Gang!

[Verse 1: GayHipHop]
Pop my booty like a wheelie, n***a
I'm fo'really, n***a
In the bed with them booty killers and them fruity n***as
We wake up taking booty pictures
Sending nudies n***a
You straight dude, You a loser n***a f**k me smoother n***a
f**king poop straight on my n***a d**k on low
He only want for my d**k, and he dont want me no more
He thats all he really use me for then he kick me out the door
I dont I want him you can keep the n***a
His d**k is really small
In new york my n***as dont suck one c*ck, My n***as suck the c*ck
Block blow a d**k or throw in c*cks
Run up, Run um off the block
Caught his p*n*s in my as*h**e, I grinded for the c*ck
n***a say he ate my ass, But my ass worth a lot
I dont f**k with no old hoes, Only new holes
Put his d**k inside my back bone, And pass me too his bro
He dont love me thats a sad case
And im mad tho
He just f**ked me in my as*h**e, and Then he dashed home

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
I'm on some rob a n***a sh*t, take a n***a b*t*h
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that sh*t hit
Shout out... but I f**ked that n***a b*t*h

[Verse 2: Galaxy Goats; GayHipHop; 6ix9ine]
Creepers iffy, uh
c*m real sticky, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum, it holds fifty, uh
Move milli', all my n***as on fifty, uh
Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
Spinnin' through ya block, like a pop shove-it
Shoot at me I'm shootin' back, I'm gettin' buckets
I ain't wanna take his life, but n***a, f**k it

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
I'm on some rob a n***a sh*t, take a n***a b*t*h
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that sh*t hit
Shout out... but I f**ked that n***a b*t*h

[Verse 3: Montana of 300]
Shorty hit me up, she like "Tony pick me up"
She wanna lick me up, want me to beat that kitty up
Shorty thick as f**k, ass look like Nicki butt
She like her pu**y ate, and she like her titties sucked
Don't ask me questions, uh-uh b*t*h this ain't no trivia
Cause I'll dub a b*t*h and I don't mean I'm 20 up
Was hustlin' in the trap, I used to bag that sticky up
Was moving ounces out that b*t*h just like a sippy cup
Pounds in garbage bags the b*t*hes looked like missy uh
One thing about me had two bodies by age 21
These haters envious I love when they act really tough
Hit 'em with the pump it look like I shot Ricky up
I stay litty uh, saucy plus I'm drippy huh
You can't stick me up, b*t*h I keep the glizzy tucked
I'm Suge mixed with Pac, Diddy mixed with Biggie uh
I'm signed to myself, my net worth 8 milli uh
I do this for my fans, and for la familia
My daughter pretty uh, sweeter than Olivia
From the land of Larry Hoover n***a, keep a group of hittaz
Kill a opp while he f**kin' sleep I'm Freddy Krueger n***a
One shot'll lift him up and drop him like a Uber n***a
Cold blood I guess he poolin' n***a, family view a n***a
Told y'all I keep that iron close if he think I'm a joke
Air him out, like the dryer broke if he try to poke
Real n***a in this Gucci sh*t I made her coochie drip
I'm tatted up, like I'm Tunechi b*t*h made her leave who she with
She blew on me like I'm tookey b*t*h don't try no flukey sh*t
Cause this MC stay with the hammer but this b*t*h ain't too legit
Banana clips, when this uzi spit it ain't no fruity sh*t
Pop a opp, like a roofie quick kill all that goofy sh*t
Remember when, I was mad broke, before the cash flow
My OG, on and off that base, like an astro
Prayed to God for better days he gave me what I asked for
Rap God you see me goin' in, like a glass door
Every track I gotta spaz tho like it's my last tho
It's only snakes, in the grass so I cut the grass low
n***as 12, acting like they mob, Donnie Brasco
Keep a stick, like a staff hoe go do the math hoe
Gun cases, tell 'em google that I always had pole
Couldn't wait to get it jumpin' like a f**kin tadpole
I'm just tryna be a dad tho don't be an as*h**e
Cause I'll switch back to my past, hoe, quick as Flash hoe
And if I pop up in that mask hoe, I'm on yo ass hoe
Glock 50's b*t*h we slash throats don't get yo ass smoked
Pick his top, like an afro then do the dash hoe
And if you hatin' b*t*h you better skate Lupe Fiasco

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
I'm on some rob a n***a sh*t, take a n***a b*t*h
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that sh*t hit
Shout out... but I f**ked that n***a b*t*h

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