text: Joe Young
  Mike Rebel , its Gucci
  Whats poppin? What? No limit
  Yeah
   6ix9ine on my face
  Ima shoot him in the face 
  Ima shoot you, beat the case
  Put that nigga in his place 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach 
  Thats 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, Im the Tsunami 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach 
  Yeah
  Scum Gang
  What?
  Im the O-N-E, nigga, J-O-E
  Niggas 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 aint cold as me
  On this rap shit tryna flow like me
  All these ratchets, tryna blow like me
  Fore they clap shit for this D-O-E
  All this trapping to the free OGs
  On the flagship, nigga, G-O-D
  Kinda ratchet with a beam on me
  Got them gadgets with the lean on knee 
  Cant catch up, try to scheme on me
  I got Scum Gang branded on the stomach, my nigga
  I run this, my nigga, from the penthouse to the dungeons, my nigga
  Who want it, my nigga? Got shooters out in London, my nigga
  To Germany, who heard of me for selling onions, my nigga
  Im Scum, society cant understand me, fuck em
  I stay underground to build the realest family, cousin
  These other clowns spit fluff for a Grammy, its nothing
  We got crowds big enough to start a stampede coming
  Whole Scum Gang gifted and naturally grind
  Bitch, we built under pressure, never crack under fire
  Stacking the diamonds, science that we actually shine
  So free 6ix9ine, he dont deserve that capital time, nah
   6ix9ine on my face
  Ima shoot him in the face 
  Ima shoot you, beat the case
  Put that nigga in his place 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach 
  Thats 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, Im the Tsunami 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach 
  Scum Gang!
  Yeah, yeah
  Im an East Coast nigga on my West Coast shit
  Used to hold my grip, now she hold my dick
  And I stack my chips, now a safe wont fit
  Hella bags, I got hella bags, make these niggas mad, yeah, yeah
  All my bitches bad, nigga, thats a fact, yeah, yeah
  Made a couple plays, and Im from my gang, yeah, yeah
  Chase money, be wildin, heard most of you niggas be lyin, yeah
  And you know we a problem
  And tell em free my nigga Bobby, yeah
  Its Gucci
  Gucci, Im so icy that I tat it on my face
  Got a ice cream cone match my ice cold chain 
  Im just coolin, bae
  Its Gucci Man and Chu
  If you aint come to fuck then you should keep it movin, bae
  Im getting a bunch of cash, thats nothin new today
  I hit the strip club, cant tell you what I threw today
  Just bought a Rolls-Royce, Im bout to paint it blue today
  I tint my windows same color as my Cartiers
  And I just ripped the stage, wrote another page
  Im 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
  Ima shoot him in the face 
  Ima shoot you, beat the case
  Put that nigga in his place 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach 
  Thats 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, Im the Tsunami 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach 
  Ooh, O.N.E like Ne-Yo
  Hollow when its comin just like Cleo 
  No, its not the Migos 
  Talkin to the pharaoh, free my people
  Boy, that hood dont look the same 
  Niggas still destructin, they just took the chain
  Grandmama, she took the pain 
  Buried all my uncles, damn the preacher paid 
  Damn them niggas gettin paid
  Them boys on the corner, they aint sellin lemonade
  Police lock us in a cage 
  Crackin killin niggas 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 Hells 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 deinn schlechten Vibe
  Ich fresse dich bei lebendigem Leib, weil mir deine fucking Hackfresse reicht
  Ja, ja, Massenhysterie
  Du bist fake, Nigga, wie Plastische Chirurgie
  Ich hab Appetit wien Krokodil, bin aggressiv, Agari 
  Auf dem Beat wie ein fucking Freak, Musik machen mein Fachgebiet
  Nach dem bin ich süchtig wie ein Kettenraucher
  Dicka, du bist echt ein Bauer, fick auf deine schlechte Aura
  Laber bitte nicht, wie cool du bist
  Ich sag zu dir: „Move Bitch!“ wie Ludacris
   6ix9ine on my face
  Ima shoot him in the face 
  Ima shoot you, beat the case
  Put that nigga in his place 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach 
  Thats 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, Im the Tsunami 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach 
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach
  Thats so real, I tat it on my stomach