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Origineel

[Intro: 6ix9ine] Scum Gang! AM Nation [Chorus 1: 6ix9ine] I 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 9, on the regular [Verse 1: 6ix9ine] Niggas want war, yeah, kick their 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 they bitch back, I don’t chit-chat Run up, hear a “Click-clack”, blow your shit back Baby, I ain’t a hot boy, I’m a block boy Double trigger Glock (Ah), make him Diddy Bop, boy (Ayy) [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 (Yeah) [Verse 2: Fetty Wap] Pu-Pu-Pu-Pu-Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (Yeah) Pull up, we gon’ shoot, don’t check out the score yet (Yeah) Different colored coupes, money on the floor, yeah (Yeah) They know I got juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah (Yeah-ayy-a) Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (Yeah-ayy-a) Pull up, we gon’ shoot, don’t check out the score yet (Yeah-ayy-a) Different colored coupes, money on the floor, yeah (Yeah-ayy-a) They know I got juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) They know I’ma ball, like LaVar (Yeah-ayy-a) Ayy, ‘bout to take a trip to the stars (Yeah-ayy-a) Ayy, let a nigga drip in designer (Yeah-ayy-a) Ayy, makin’ money flip for the mob (Yeah) [Verse 3: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mmm, yeah Shmegular, that’s regular, mmm, 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, two-seater Hermès on the buckle, and a Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah Leave ‘em wet, I let it rain, nigga Put a .30 to your mothafuckin’ brain nigga, ah I’m runnin’ around with the same niggas Same niggas that’ll take a nigga’s chain, nigga, ah

Vertaling

[Intro: 6ix9ine] Scum Gang! AM Nation [Chorus 1: 6ix9ine] I 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 Vang 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 9, on the regular [Verse 1: 6ix9ine] Niggas want war, yeah, kick their 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 they bitch back, I don’t chit-chat Run up, hear a “Click-clack”, blow your shit back Baby, I ain’t a hot boy, I’m a block boy Dubbele trekker Glock (Ah), maak hem Diddy Bop, jongen (Ayy) [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 dat op mijn pols zit, het kost veel, het is niet normaal Neger, als het van mijn plek komt, is het niet normaal Iemands wil is aan een andere kant, het is niet normaal Je kunt het geld niet meenemen als je sterft, dat is niet normaal Niggas with me, really ready to die, on the regular (Yeah) [Verse 2: Fetty Wap] Pu-Pu-Pu-Pu-Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (Yeah) Pull up, we gon’shoot, don’t check out the score yet (Yeah) Verschillende gekleurde coupes, geld op de vloer, ja. They know I got juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah. (Yeah-ayy-a) Trek op naar zijn deur, ja, ga op de vloer liggen, ja. Pull up, we gon’shoot, don’t check out the score yet Verschillende gekleurde coupes, geld op de vloer, ja. They know I got juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah. (Ja, ja, ja) They know I’ma ball, like LaVar. (Yeah-ayy-a) Ayy, ‘bout to take a trip to the stars. Yeah-ayy-a. Ayy, let a nigga drip in designer. Yeah-ayy-a. Ayy, makin’ money flip for the mob (Yeah) [Verse 3: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mmm, yeah Shmegular, that’s regular, mmm, 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, two-seater Hermès op de gesp, en een Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah Leave ‘em wet, I let it rain, nigga Stop een .30 in je klote hersens nigga, ah I’m runnin’ around with the same niggas Dezelfde nikkers die een neger zijn ketting afpakken, nikker.