6ix9ine - KEKE (feat. Fetty Wap & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie) Lyrics
[Intro: 6ix9ine]Scum Gang![Chorus 1: 6ix9ine]I'll be on the block on the regularWith my niggas bustin' at the cops, on the regular*****es suckin' dick, givin' top, on the regularCatch me water whippin' straight drop, on the regularYeah you know I run up with the shit on the regularBare-faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regularPosted with the drop, gun *****ed, on the regularYeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]Niggas want war yeah, kick the door yeahNiggas want the sauce, yeah, shake 'em off yeahI'm still in the hood yeah, bussin' juggs yeahRollin' through the city, yeah, with my niggas yeahNiggas want that ***** back, I don't chit-chatRun up here? Click clack, blow your shit backBaby I ain't a hot boy, I'm a block boyDouble trigger Glock, make him Diddy Bop, boy[Chorus 2: Fetty Wap]Nigga, we be bustin' at the opps, on the regularNigga, we be duckin' from the cops, on the regular*****es suckin' dick and givin' top on the regularShit that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regularNigga, if it's comin' from my spot it ain't regularSomeone's will is on a different side, it ain't regularYou can't take the money when you die, it ain't regularNiggas 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 yetDifferent colored coupes, money on the floor yeahThey know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeahPull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (yeah)Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yetDifferent colored coupes, money on the floor yeahThey know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeahThey know I'ma ball like LaVar (ay)'Bout to take a trip to the starsLet a nigga drip in designerAy, makin' money, flip for the mob[Verse 3: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]I ***** it up, I ***** it up, mm yeahShmegular, that's regular, mm yeahI hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeahIf I'm a player, you a slut, ooh yeahI told my .38, "I love you"That's my baby, when I pull up she pull up tooSee the, Hermes on the buckle, and aLotta bag in the duffle, yeahLeave 'em wetter, let it rain, niggaPut the .30 to your mother*****in' brain nigga, ahI'm runnin' around with the same niggasSame niggas that'll take a nigga chain, nigga, huh?
