KEKE Lyrics – 6ix9ine ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie

[Intro: 6ix9ine]
Scum Gang!
AF Nation

[Chorus1: 6ix9ine]
I be on the block, on the regular
With my n!ggas busting at the cops, on the regular
B!tches sucking d!ck, giving top, on the regular
Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular
Yeah, you know I run up with the sh!t, on the regular
Bare-faced, I'ma hit a l!ck, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, 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, bussing juggs, yeah
Rolling 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 "Cl!ck-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 busting at the opps, on the regular
N!gga, we be ducking from the cops, on the regular
B!tches sucking d!ck and giving top, on the regular
Sh!t that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular
N!gga, if it's coming 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 gone shoot, don't check out the score yet (Yeah)
Different colored coupes, money on the floor, yeah (Yeah)
They know I got juice, dripping, dripping sauce, yeah (Yeah-ayy-a)
Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (Yeah-ayy-a)
Pull up, we gone 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, dripping, dripping 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, making money flip for the mob (Yeah)

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I f**k it up, I f**k it up, mmm, yeah
Shmegular, that's regular, mmm, yeah
I hit it on the tour bus, oh yeah
If I'm a player, you a sl*t, oh 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**king brain n!gga, ah
I'm running around with the same n!ggas
Same n!ggas that'll take a n!gga's chain, n!gga, ah