Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song KEKE, artist - 6ix9ine. Album song Day69: Graduation Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Scumgang, TenThousand Projects
Song language: English
KEKE |
Scum Gang! |
AF Nation |
I be on the block, on the regular |
With my niggas bustin' at the cops, on the regular |
Bitches suckin' dick, givin' top, on the regular |
Catch me water whippin' straight drop, on the regular |
Yeah, you know I run up with the shit, on the regular |
Bare-faced, I’ma hit a lick, on the regular |
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular |
Yeah, I’m 6ix9ine with the 9, on the regular |
Niggas want war, yeah, kick their door, yeah |
Niggas 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 niggas, yeah |
Niggas want they bitch back, I don’t chit-chat |
Run up, hear a «Click-clack», blow your shit back |
Baby, I ain’t a hot boy, I’m a block boy |
Double trigger Glock (Ah), make him Diddy Bop, boy (Ayy) |
Nigga, we be bustin' at the opps, on the regular |
Nigga, we be duckin' from the cops, on the regular |
Bitches suckin' dick and givin' top, on the regular |
Shit that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular |
Nigga, 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 |
Niggas with me, really ready to die, on the regular (Yeah) |
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 nigga drip in designer (Yeah-ayy-a) |
Ayy, makin' money flip for the mob (Yeah) |
I fuck it up, I fuck 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 slut, 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, nigga |
Put a .30 to your mothafuckin' brain nigga, ah |
I’m runnin' around with the same niggas |
Same niggas that’ll take a nigga’s chain, nigga, ah |