KEKE - 6ix9ine, Fetty Wap, A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

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