KEKE lyrics

by

Jim Jones


[Intro: 6ix9ine]
Sc*m Gang!
AF Nation

[Chorus 1: 6ix9ine]
I be on the block, on the regular
With my n*ggas bustin' at the cops, on the regular
b*tches suckin' di*k, givin' top, on the regular
Catch me water whippin' straight drop, on the regular
Yeah, you know I run up with the sh*t, on the regular
Bare-faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun c*cked, on the regular
Yeah, I'm 6ix9ine with the 9, on the regular

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
n*ggas want war, yeah, kick their door, yeah
n*ggas 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 n*ggas, yeah
n*ggas want they b*tch back, I don't chit-chat
Run up, hear a "Click-clack", blow your sh*t back
Baby, I ain't a hot boy, I'm a block boy
Double trigger Glock (Ah), make him Diddy Bop, boy (Ayy)

[Chorus 2: Fetty Wap]
n*gga, we be bustin' at the opps, on the regular
n*gga, we be duckin' from the cops, on the regular
b*tches suckin' di*k and givin' top, on the regular
sh*t that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular
n*gga, 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
n*ggas with me, really ready to die, on the regular (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Pu-Pu-Pu-Pu-Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (Yeah)
Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet (Yeah)
Different colored coupes, money on the floor, yeah (Yeah)
They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah (Yeah-ayy-a)
Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (Yeah-ayy-a)
Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet (Yeah-ayy-a)
Different colored coupes, money on the floor, yeah (Yeah-ayy-a)
They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They know I'ma ball, like LaVar (Yeah-ayy-a)
Ayy, 'bout to take a trip to the stars (Yeah-ayy-a)
Ayy, let a n*gga drip in designer (Yeah-ayy-a)
Ayy, makin' money flip for the mob (Yeah)

[Verse 3: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I f*ck it up, I f*ck it up, mmm, yeah
Shmegular, that's regular, mmm, yeah
I hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeah
If I'm a player, you a sl*t, ooh yeah
I told my .38, "I love you"
That's my baby, when I pull up she pull up, two-seater
Hermès on the buckle, and a
Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah
Leave 'em wet, I let it rain, n*gga
Put a .30 to your mothaf*ckin' brain n*gga, ah
I'm runnin' around with the same n*ggas
Same n*ggas that'll take a n*gga's chain, n*gga, ah
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