6ix9ine – KEKE lyrics

(feat. Fetty Wap & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Intro: 6ix9ine]
Scum Gang!

[Chorus 1: 6ix9ine]
I'll be on the block on the regular
With my niggas bustin' at the cops, on the regular
Bitches suckin' dick, givin' top, on the regular
Catch me water whippin' straight drop, on the regular
Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular
Bare-faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular
Yeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Niggas want war yeah, kick the door yeah
Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake 'em off yeah
I'm still in the hood yeah, bussin' juggs yeah
Rollin' through the city, yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want that bitch back, I don't chit-chat
Run up here? Click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain't a hot boy, I'm a block boy
Double trigger Glock, make him Diddy Bop, boy

[Chorus 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga, we be bustin' at the opps, on the regular
Nigga, we be duckin' from the cops, on the regular
Bitches suckin' dick and givin' top on the regular
Shit that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular
Nigga, if it's comin' from my spot it ain't regular
Someone's will is on a different side, it ain't regular
You can't take the money when you die, it ain't regular
Niggas with me really ready to die on the regular

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (yeah)
Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah
Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (yeah)
Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah
They know I'ma ball like LaVar (ay)
'Bout to take a trip to the stars
Let a nigga drip in designer
Ay, makin' money, flip for the mob

[Verse 3: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mm yeah
Shmegular, that's regular, mm yeah
I hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeah
If I'm a player, you a slut, ooh yeah
I told my .38, "I love you"
That's my baby, when I pull up she pull up too
See the, Hermes on the buckle, and a
Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah
Leave 'em wetter, let it rain, nigga
Put the .30 to your motherfuckin' brain nigga, ah
I'm runnin' around with the same niggas
Same niggas that'll take a nigga chain, nigga, huh?