Paroles de KEKE - 6ix9ine feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Fetty Wap
[Intro: 6ix9ine] Scum Gang!
[Chorus 1: 6ix9ine] I'll 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 nine, on the regular
[Verse 1: 6ix9ine] Niggas want war yeah, kick the 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 that bitch back, I don't chit-chat Run up here? Click clack, blow your shit 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] 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
[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, money 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 nigga drip in designer Ay, makin' money, flip for the mob
[Verse 3: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] I fuck it up, I fuck 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 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, nigga Put the .30 to your motherfuckin' brain nigga, ah I'm runnin' around with the same niggas Same niggas that'll take a nigga chain, nigga, huh?