KEKE (Explicit)

KEKE ((Explicit)) - 6IX9INE/Fetty Wap (菲迪·瓦普)/A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Written by：6ix9ine

Producer：Wizard Lee Weinberg

I'll be on the block on the regular

With my n**gas busting at the cops on the regular

B**ches sucking d**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**ked on the regular

Yeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine on the regular

N**gas want war yeah kick the door yeah

N**gas want the sauce yeah shake 'em off yeah

I'm still in the hood yeah bussin' *** yeah

Rollin' through the city yeah with my n**gas yeah

N**gas want that b**ch 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

N**ga we be busting at the opps on the regular

N**ga we be ducking from the cops on the regular

B**ches sucking d**k and giving top on the regular

Sh*t that's on my wrist it cost a lot it ain't regular

N**ga 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**gas with me really ready to die on the regular

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'mma ball like LaVar ay

'Bout to take a trip to the stars

Let a n**ga drip in designer

Ay makin' money flip for the mob

I f**k it up I f**k it up mm yeah

Schmegular 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 n**ga

Put the thirty to your motherf**kin' brain n**ga ah

I'm runnin' around with the same n**gas

Same n**gas that'll take a n**ga chain n**ga

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