DUMMY
6ix9ine Lyrics


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Daytrip took it to 10

I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (yeah)
Bust it down, the Rollie, now she's tryna fuck (yeah)
And now she fiending all up on me just like I'm a drug (yeah)
I remember back when y'all wouldn't show me love (yeah)
Jaguar truck on the freeway (woah)
You can catch me balling on the replay (woah)
Saint Laurent jacket, it's 3k (woah)
I been with the same gang since pre-k' (woah)

Get the money, stack it with my niggas
I remember trapping with my niggas
Now we overseas in a villa
Going back, we won't consider
I remember days we was starving
Still finessing, we was jugging, we was robbing
I was coming off the bitch, I wasn't started
Now I'm out here balling like I'm Harden
And I make sure my day ones straight
Stay with my gang
You ain't fucking with me, you can stay out my way
Stay in your lane, fuck your campaign, yeah
Last year, I was sleeping in a basement
Now the foreign looking like a spaceship
Bust down the gang with the bag, yeah
All the money on me, holographic

I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (yeah)
Bust it down, the Rollie, now she's tryna fuck (yeah)
And now she fiending all up on me just like I'm a drug (yeah)
I remember back when y'all wouldn't show me love (yeah)
Jaguar truck on the freeway (woah)
You can catch me balling on the replay (woah)
Saint Laurent jacket, it's 3k (woah)
I been with the same gang since pre-k' (woah)

We was down and we was out, and bitches looked at us stupid
It was hating ass niggas, so I kept me a Ruger
Sending shots to his body, make him sing like Ozuna
They was running out they mouth, but they respected the shooter
We was down and we was out, and bitches looked at us stupid
It was hating ass niggas, so I kept me a Ruger
Sending shots to his body, make him sing like Ozuna
They was running out they mouth, but they respected the shooter (yeah)

Blocked blocks, sent shots
Threw that shit in reverse
Then we bending through your block
Blocked blocks, sent shots
Threw that shit in reverse




Then we bending through your block
Watch his body milly rock, yeah

Overall Meaning

In the song "DUMMY" by 6ix9ine, the artist talks about his success after spending some time hustling in the trap. He flaunts his newfound wealth and luxury possessions, such as a Rolls-Royce and expensive Saint Laurent jacket, that attract attention from women who previously didn't show him love. 6ix9ine is also explicit in his loyalty to his crew, who he has been with since pre-kindergarten, and states that he will always ensure they are taken care of. He boasts about how far he has come, from sleeping in a basement to driving around in a "spaceship" foreign car.


The second verse of the song focuses more on the struggle he and his crew faced before their success. There were people who doubted them and looked down on them, but they persevered and made sure to keep a Ruger handy just in case. He also mentions that they had to send shots to those who disrespected them, but ultimately the shooter was respected.


Overall, "DUMMY" is a track about 6ix9ine's rise to fame and his loyalty to those who have been with him since the beginning. It also touches on the violence that often comes with the lifestyle of hustling and making it big in the music industry.


Line by Line Meaning

Daytrip took it to 10
The producer Daytrip made this beat extra hot


I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (yeah)
I made a lot of money selling drugs and doing other illegal activities


Bust it down, the Rollie, now she's tryna fuck (yeah)
I bought an expensive Rolex watch and now girls want to have sex with me


And now she fiending all up on me just like I'm a drug (yeah)
Girls are addicted to me and want to be around me all the time


I remember back when y'all wouldn't show me love (yeah)
People used to hate on me and not give me any attention, but now they want to be my friend


Jaguar truck on the freeway (woah)
I'm driving a fancy Jaguar SUV on the highway


You can catch me balling on the replay (woah)
You can see a video of me playing basketball really well if you watch it again (on replay)


Saint Laurent jacket, it's 3k (woah)
I'm wearing an expensive Saint Laurent jacket that cost $3000


I been with the same gang since pre-k' (woah)
I've been friends with these guys since we were really young (pre-kindergarten)


Get the money, stack it with my niggas
Me and my friends make a lot of money and keep it all together


I remember trapping with my niggas
I remember selling drugs with my friends


Now we overseas in a villa
Now we're living in a fancy house in another country


Going back, we won't consider
We won't ever have to go back to our old lives


I remember days we was starving
I remember a time when we didn't have enough food to eat


Still finessing, we was jugging, we was robbing
We were still finding ways to make money, even if it meant stealing or committing crimes


I was coming off the bitch, I wasn't started
I wasn't always successful and had to work my way up from nothing


Now I'm out here balling like I'm Harden
Now I'm really successful, like the basketball player James Harden


And I make sure my day ones straight
I make sure my friends from the past are taken care of financially


Stay with my gang
I'm always with my group of friends


You ain't fucking with me, you can stay out my way
If you're not helping me or being my friend, then don't try to bother me


Stay in your lane, fuck your campaign, yeah
Do what you're good at and don't try to compete with me


Last year, I was sleeping in a basement
I used to live in a really bad place with no money


Now the foreign looking like a spaceship
Now I drive a really nice car that looks like a spaceship


Bust down the gang with the bag, yeah
I shared my money with my friends and made sure they were taken care of


All the money on me, holographic
I have a lot of money and it's like it's been printed with a special holographic design


We was down and we was out, and bitches looked at us stupid
We had no money and nobody respected us


It was hating ass niggas, so I kept me a Ruger
People would hate on us, so I carried a gun for protection


Sending shots to his body, make him sing like Ozuna
If someone disrespects us, we'll shoot them and it'll hurt just like getting hit by a bullet from the musician Ozuna


They was running out they mouth, but they respected the shooter
People talked badly about us, but they were afraid of us because we had guns


Blocked blocks, sent shots
We blocked people on social media and also shot at them with guns


Threw that shit in reverse
We reversed the car quickly to escape the situation


Then we bending through your block
Then we drove through the neighborhood where our enemies live


Watch his body milly rock, yeah
When we shoot someone, their body will move like they are doing a popular dance called the Milly Rock




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Andrew Green, Daniel Hernandez, David Biral, Denzel Michael Akil Baptiste

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