Tsunami 2.0 Lyrics

6ix9ine Lyrics



Joe Young
Mike Rebel , it's Gucci
What's poppin'? What? No limit
Yeah


6ix9ine on my face
I'ma shoot him in the face
I'ma shoot you, beat the case
Put that n***a in his place
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
Got these tats on all on my body
Tat for every hommy
Ridin' with that Tommy
Little wave, I'm the Tsunami
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach


Yeah
Sc*m Gang
What?


I'm the O-N-E, n***a, J-O-E
N***as out here really tryna be like me
Tryna see like me, rock clean like me
True beam on me with the cream on me
But I keep it low-key 'til I D-I-E
Should have practiced, got a stee I-D
On the backpack, you know I be
In the black Range, you ain't cold as me
On this rap sh*t tryna flow like me
All these ratchets, tryna blow like me
'Fore they clap sh*t for this D-O-E
All this trapping to the free OGs
On the flagship, n***a, G-O-D
Kinda ratchet with a beam on me
Got them gadgets with the lean on knee
Can't catch up, try to scheme on me


I got Sc*m Gang branded on the stomach, my n***a
I run this, my n***a, from the penthouse to the dungeons, my n***a
Who want it, my n***a? Got shooters out in London, my n***a
To Germany, who heard of me for selling onions, my n***a
I'm Sc*m, society can't understand me, f**k 'em
I stay underground to build the realest family, cousin
These other clowns spit fluff for a Grammy, it's nothing
We got crowds big enough to start a stampede coming
Whole Sc*m Gang gifted and naturally grind
B*t*h, we built under pressure, never crack under fire
Stacking the diamonds, science that we actually shine
So free 6ix9ine, he don't deserve that capital time, nah

6ix9ine on my face
I'ma shoot him in the face
I'ma shoot you, beat the case
Put that n***a in his place
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
Got these tats on all on my body
Tat for every hommy
Ridin' with that Tommy
Little wave, I'm the Tsunami
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
Sc*m Gang!


Yeah, yeah
I'm an East Coast n***a on my West Coast sh*t
Used to hold my grip, now she hold my d**k
And I stack my chips, now a safe won't fit
Hella bags, I got hella bags, make these n***as mad, yeah, yeah
All my b*t*hes bad, n***a, that's a fact, yeah, yeah
Made a couple plays, and I'm from my gang, yeah, yeah
Chase money, be wildin', heard most of you n***as be lyin', yeah
And you know we a problem
And tell 'em free my n***a Bobby, yeah

It's Gucci
Gucci, I'm so icy that I tat it on my face
Got a ice cream cone match my ice cold chain
I'm just coolin', bae
It's Gucci Man and Chu
If you ain't come to f**k then you should keep it movin', bae
I'm getting a bunch of cash, that's nothin' new today
I hit the strip club, can't tell you what I threw today
Just bought a Rolls-Royce, I'm 'bout to paint it blue today
I tint my windows same color as my Cartiers
And I just ripped the stage, wrote another page
I'm just a eight figure mogul that got out the cage
My hood so real, I tat it on my stomach
Zone 6 but the choppas hold a hundred


6ix9ine on my face
I'ma shoot him in the face
I'ma shoot you, beat the case
Put that n***a in his place
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
Got these tats on all on my body
Tat for every hommy
Ridin' with that Tommy
Little wave, I'm the Tsunami
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach


Ooh, O.N.E like Ne-Yo
Hollow when it's comin' just like Cleo
No, it's not the Migos
Talkin' to the pharaoh, free my people
Boy, that hood don't look the same
N***as still destructin', they just took the chain
Grandmama, she took the pain
Buried all my uncles, damn the preacher paid
Damn them n***a's gettin' paid
Them boys on the corner, they ain't sellin' lemonade
Police lock us in a cage
Crackin' killin' n***as just like renegade


Ey, yo! Ich habe Baba-Gene, du Quarantäne
Ich bin unfickbar, auch wenn ich nicht wie ein Pfarrer lebe
Du bist Gerüchteküche, ich Hell's Kitchen
Ein Punch würd dich ans andre Ende der Welt schicken
Wenn ich Texte schreib', zerfetz' ich einfach so das Mic
, denn ich bin actionreich wie Wesley Snipes, ja
Fick' dein'n schlechten Vibe
Ich fresse dich bei lebendigem Leib, weil mir deine f**king Hackfresse reicht
Ja, ja, Ma**enhysterie
Du bist fake, N***a, wie Plastische Chirurgie
Ich hab' Appet** wie'n Krokodil, bin aggressiv, Agari
Auf dem Beat wie ein f**king Freak, Musik machen mein Fachgebiet
Nach dem bin ich süchtig wie ein Kettenraucher
D**ka, du bist echt ein Bauer, fick' auf deine schlechte Aura
Laber bitte nicht, wie cool du bist
Ich sag' zu dir: „Move B*t*h!“ wie Ludacris


6ix9ine on my face
I'ma shoot him in the face
I'ma shoot you, beat the case
Put that n***a in his place
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
Got these tats on all on my body
Tat for every hommy
Ridin' with that Tommy
Little wave, I'm the Tsunami
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach


That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach




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