Origineel
[Intro]
Scum Gang!
[Chorus]
Niggas runnin’ out they mouth, but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon’ show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon’ pull up, nigga, ¡ándale!, on Sangre
We post up, we don’t do the race, you gon’ die today
[Verse]
In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
Shit, my pockets on a runnin’ man, fuck a rubberband
I’ma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan, man
Need the drugs? I’m the Xan man, I’m the damn man
I roll up, I’m gon’ be booted, stupid, and shootin’ stupid
Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid, I really do this
If I tote it then you know I’ll shoot it and I’ma prove it
Back, back, don’t be movin’, stupid, or I’ma use it (Squad)
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
Get back, kickback, blow your shit back, uh
Rip that, take that, flip that, send that, uh
.223 hit, where your clothes at? Uh
Scum Gang ‘bout that Fendi, fin-act, uh
[Chorus]
Niggas runnin’ out they mouth, but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon’ show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon’ pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on Sangre (It’s Koncept P, the beat knockin’)
We post up, we don’t do the race, you gon’ die today
[Bridge]
You can talk hot on the internet, boy
That’s that goofy shit, we ain’t into 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 into that, boy
Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy
[Chorus]
Niggas runnin’ out they mouth, but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon’ show what we about (It’s Koncept P, the beat knockin’)
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon’ pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on Sangre
We post up, we don’t do the race, you gon’ die today
Vertaling
[Intro]
uitschot bende!
[Chorus]
Niggas runnin’ out they mouth, but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon’ show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon’ pull up, nigga, ¡ándale!, on Sangre
We gaan naar boven, we doen de race niet, je gaat vandaag sterven
[Verse]
In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
Shit, mijn zakken op een runnin’ man, neuk een rubberband
I’ma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan, man
Heb je de drugs nodig? I’m the Xan man, I’m the damn man
Ik rol op, ik word gelaarsd, stom, en schiet stom
Ik heb een mes bij me, ik heb een Ruger bij me, stom, ik doe dit echt
Als ik het meeneem, dan weet je dat ik ermee schiet en dat zal ik bewijzen
Achteruit, achteruit, niet bewegen, stommeling, of ik gebruik het (Squad)
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
Get back, kickback, blow your shit back, uh
Rip dat, neem dat, flip dat, stuur dat, uh
.223 hit, where your clothes at? Uh
Scum Gang ‘bout that Fendi, fin-act, uh
[Chorus]
Niggas runnin’ out they mouth, but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon’ show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon’ pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on Sangre (It’s Koncept P, the beat knockin’)
We staan klaar, we doen de race niet, je gaat vandaag sterven
[Bridge]
Je kan heet praten op het internet, jongen
Dat is die maffe shit, daar houden we niet van, jongen
Zwart busje, rij naar je moeders huis, jongen
Bind haar vast, rij die shit van een brug af, lil boy
Je kan heet praten op het internet, jongen
Dat is die maffe shit, daar houden we niet van, jongen
Zwart busje, rij naar je moeders huis, jongen
Bind haar vast, rij die shit van een brug, kleine jongen
[Chorus]
Niggas runnin’ out they mouth, but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon’ show what we about (It’s Koncept P, the beat knockin’)
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon’ pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on Sangre
We gaan naar boven, we doen de race niet, je gaat vandaag sterven