Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Kooda’ 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
Niggas runnin’ out they mouth but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on fifty, 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
In the spot, blow fifty bands, shit, a hundred bands
Shit, my pockets on a runnin’ man, f*ck a rubberband
I’ma f*ck 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 shoot it stupid
Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid, I really do this
If I tote it then you know I 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
Niggas runnin’ out they mouth but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on fifty, 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
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
Niggas runnin’ out they mouth but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on fifty, 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