WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | 6ix9ine - Keke Chords | Ver. 1
[Intro: 6IX9INE]
Eb7 Cm Gm Gm
Scum Gang!
Eb7 Cm Gm N.C.
[Chorus 1: 6IX9INE]
Eb7 Cm
I'll be on the block on the regular
Gm F
With my niggas busting at the cops, on the regular
Eb7 Cm
b**ches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular
Gm F
Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular
Eb7 Cm
Yeah you know I run up with the sh*t on the regular
Gm F
Bare faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular
Eb7 Cm
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular
Gm F
Yeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular
[Verse 1: 6IX9INE]
Eb7 Cm
Niggas want war yeah, kick the door yeah
N.C.
Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake 'em off yeah
Eb7 Cm
I'm still in the hood yeah, bussin' drugs yeah
Gm F
Rollin' through the city, yeah, with my niggas yeah
Eb7 Cm
Niggas want that b**ch back, I don't chit-chat
Gm F
Run up here? Click clack, blow your sh*t back
Eb7 N.C.
Baby I ain't a hot boy, I'm a block boy
N.C.
Double trigger Glock, make him Diddy Bop, boy
[Chorus 2: Fetty Wap]
Eb7 Cm
Nigga we be busting at the opps, on the regular
Gm F
Nigga we be ducking from the cops, on the regular
Eb7 Cm
b**ches sucking dick and giving top on the regular
Gm F
sh*t that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular
Eb7 Cm
Nigga if it's coming from my spot it ain't regular
Gm F
Someone's will is on a different side, it ain't regular
Eb7 Cm
You can't take the money when you die, it ain't regular
Gm F
Niggas with me really ready to die on the regular
[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Eb7 Cm
Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (yeah)
Gm F
Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet
Eb7 Cm
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
Gm F
They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah
Eb7 Cm
Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (yeah)
Gm F
Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet,
Eb7 F
Different colored coupes, shmoney on the floor yeah
Gm F
They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah
Eb7 Cm
They know I'mma ball like LaVar (ay)
Gm F
Bout to take a trip to the stars
Eb7 Cm
Let a nigga drip in designer
Gm N.C.
Ay, makin' money, flip for the mob
[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Eb7 Cm
I f**k it up, I f**k it up, mm yeah
Gm F
Schmegular, that's regular, mm yeah
Eb7 Cm
I hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeah
N.C.
If I'm a player, you a sl*t, ooh yeah
Eb7 Cm
I told my .38 "I love you"
Gm F
That's my baby, when I pull up she pull up too
Eb7 Cm
See the, Hermes on the buckle, and a
Gm F
Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah
Eb7 Cm
Leave 'em wetter, let it rain, nigga
Gm F
Put the thirty to your motherf**kin' brain nigga, ah
Eb7 Cm
I'm runnin' around with the same niggas
Gm F
Same niggas that'll take a nigga chain, nigga
Huh?
[Outro]
Eb7 Cm
Gm Gm
