Here Are the Lyrics to 6ix9ine, Fetty Wap & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie's 'Keke'

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6ix9ine, Fetty Wap & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, "KEKE"

Rappers 6ix9ine, Fetty Wap and A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie join together for the track “Keke,” which made its debut on the Billboard Hot 100 last month.

The track is accompanied by a fast-paced video featuring dangerous motorcycle tricks and cops. Check out the video and the lyrics below.

(Scum Gang!)

I'll be on the block on the regular
With my N----s busting at the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular
Catch me water whipping 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

N----s want war yeah, kick the door yeah
N----s 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 N----s yeah
N----s want that 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'ma block boy
Double trigger Glock, make him Diddy Bop boy

N---- we be busting at the opps, on the regular
N---- we be ducking from the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick and giving top, on the regular
Shit that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular
N---- if it's coming from my spot it ain't regular
Steering wheel is on a different side, it ain't regular
You can't take the money when you die, it ain't regular
N----s with me really ready to die on the regular

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' 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'ma ball like LaVar (ay)
'Bout to take a trip to the stars
Let a N---- drip in designer
Ay, makin' money, flip for the mob

I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mmm yeah
It's regular, that's regular, mmm yeah
I hit it on the tour bus, oh yeah
If I'm a player, you a slut, ooh yeah
I told my .38 "I love you"
That my baby, when I pull up she pull up, too
See the, Hermes on the buckle ooh, and I
Love the bag, and the duffle ooh yeah
Leave 'em wetter, let it rain, N----
Put the thirty to your motherfuckin' brain N----, uh
I'm runnin' 'round with the same N----s
Same N----s that'll take a N---- chain, N----
 

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Written by: Daniel Hernandez, Willie Maxwell, Artist Dubose