93 – Song and Lyrics by 6ix9ine

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Discover the poetic beauty in ’93’ by 6ix9ine. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 6ix9ine or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

(Scum gang!)

Bang run up kick the door
Bang fucking up that pole
Bang nigga want that smoke
Bang niggas do that talk
Bang f*ck all that talk and let’s go
Bang niggas don’t want war
Bang f*ck all that talk and let’s go
Bang niggas don’t want war

Tekashi 6ix9ine don’t fall boy
Tekashi 6ix9ine on go boy
Tekashi 6ix9ine tote poles boy
Tekashi gone let that go boy
Whip that back .44 boy
Shoot you through your cross boy
Leave you in a hole boy
You gon’ get exposed boy
Pull up with the Glocks out, red dots out
Pull them mops out and the chops out
Niggas air it out
Goin’ all out when we back out that’s a blackout
Shooters on go, they don’t clock out
That’s that’s a man down, when we ran down
We don’t play around, you could lay down you gon’ stay down
Don’t say nothing, get flamed now
You erased now, leave you face down on the playground
Pull up on a nigga too deep
Niggas talkin’ shit so I wanna gonna see ’em
In a nigga city, ride around with the heat
Pop out, Glocks out niggas ain’t tryna speak
Fire on me, boy must be brazy nigga
Uh, rainbow lasers nigga
Uh, cut your face with a razor nigga
Uh, ambulance can’t save you nigga

Bang run up kick the door
Bang fucking up that pole
Bang nigga want that smoke
Bang niggas do that talk
Bang f*ck all that talk and let’s go
Bang niggas don’t want war
Bang f*ck all that talk and let’s go
Bang niggas don’t want war

But I know you ain’t thuggin’ nigga
You ain’t really on nothing nigga
You don’t want no trouble nigga
You a fumble nigga
You don’t want it with my Harlem nigga
Hundred bucks you gon’ crumble nigga
Quit frontin’ nigga
Boy you need to be humble nigga
Ten toes, I don’t stumble nigga
Double-double nigga
Ten shots, ten kills, one clip
I don’t got no jungle nigga
Man I swear this shit no fair
You don’t wanna end up in them crosshairs
Leave a nigga froze up in his Moncler
ACOG on his mug make ’em more clear
And I swear that them niggas deserve it, uh
Niggas they snakes, they serpents, uh
They pussy and that is my verdict, uh
Retaliate and we burnin’ ’em
I bust and I know that I’m hurtin’ ’em
She suckin’ em off with the Percy, uh
She love me, she say I’m so perfect, uh
Now she busy sucking my posse, uh
We squadin’ we lookin like a mafia
I’m booted, I popped me a molly, uh
I’m geekin’, I’m rowdy I’m fired up
I wish a little nigga would try and run up
Bang!