A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

6ix9ine

"Keke"

[Intro: 6ix9ine]
Scum Gang!

[Chorus 1: 6ix9ine]
I'll be on the block on the regular
With my n*ggas busting at the cops, on the regular
b*tches sucking di*k, 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 lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun c*cked, on the regular
Yeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular

Verse 1: 6ix9ine
n*ggas want war yeah, kick the 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 that b*tch back, I don't chit-chat
Run up here? Click clack, blow your sh*t 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]
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 di*k 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

[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, shmoney 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 n*gga drip in designer
Ay, makin' money, flip for the mob

[Verse 3: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I f*ck it up, I f*ck 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 sl*t, 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, n*gga
Put the thirty to your motherf*ckin' brain n*gga, ah
I'm runnin' around with the same n*ggas
Same n*ggas that'll take a n*gga chain, n*gga
Huh?

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only.

© 2017-2018 Lyrics Media Group Inc.