6IX9INE KEKE Lyrics English Translation

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Scum Gang!

Chorus 1

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

Verse 1

Niggas want war, yeah, kick their door, yeah

Niggas want the willow, 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 make him Diddy Bop, boy

Chorus 2

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

Pu-Pu-Pu-Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, 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' willow, yeah

Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, 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' willow, yeah

They know I'ma ball, like LaVar

Ayy, 'bout to take a trip to the stars

Ayy, let a nigga drip in designer

Ayy, makin' money flip for the mob

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

Hermois 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

I'm runnin' around with the same niggas

Same niggas that'll take a nigga's chain, nigga

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