KEKE
Fetty Wap Lyrics
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I'll be on the block on the regular
With my niggas 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
Yeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular
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, 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
Nigga we be busting at the opps, on the regular
Nigga 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
Nigga if it's coming 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
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, shmoney 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 nigga drip in designer
Ay, 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, 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 a
Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah
Leave 'em wetter, let it rain, nigga
Put the thirty to your motherfuckin' brain nigga, uh
I'm runnin' 'round with the same niggas
Same niggas that'll take a nigga chain, nigga
In the lyrics to Fetty Wap's song "KEKE," there is a strong emphasis on street life and the regular activities that occur within that lifestyle. The opening lines "I'll be on the block on the regular, With my niggas busting at the cops, on the regular" depict a scene of constant presence in a rough neighborhood, where the singer and his crew engage in confrontations with law enforcement. Additionally, the line "Bitches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular" suggests a casual and frequent engagement in sexual activity.
The phrase "Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular" references a cooking technique used to make drugs, indicating involvement in the drug trade. The line "Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular" communicates a sense of confidence and dominance in the singer's actions. Furthermore, the lyric "Bare faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular" implies that the singer is unafraid to commit criminal acts, even without concealing his identity.
The lyrics continue to illustrate a theme of violence and the singer's readiness for conflict. The line "Niggas want war yeah, kick the door yeah, Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake 'em off yeah" conveys a willingness to engage in aggressive behavior and protect one's personal possessions or territory. The lyrics also reference the singer's familiarity with the neighborhood and the people within it, indicated by the lines "I'm still in the hood yeah, bussin' juggs yeah, Rollin' through the city, yeah, with my niggas yeah."
The chorus of the song exemplifies the dangerous lifestyle associated with the streets. The lyrics "Nigga we be busting at the opps, on the regular, Nigga we be ducking from the cops, on the regular" emphasize a constant state of both offensive and defensive action. The line "You can't take the money when you die, it ain't regular" suggests a materialistic mindset and a willingness to risk one's life for financial gain.
The final verse focuses on the singer's confrontational and assertive nature. The lyrics "Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah, Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet" portray a scenario where the singer and his crew arrive at someone's location, ready for violence. These lines are followed by the statement "They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah," which further emphasizes their self-assuredness and perceived superiority.
Overall, "KEKE" presents a vivid depiction of the street life and the mindset associated with it. The lyrics explore themes of violence, sexual activity, materialism, and a sense of control and power within the urban environment. It is important to note that these lyrics depict a fictional narrative, and listeners should approach them as a form of artistic expression rather than a reflection of real-life values or actions.
Line by Line Meaning
I'll be on the block on the regular
I frequently spend time in the neighborhood
With my niggas busting at the cops, on the regular
My friends and I engage in confrontations with the police regularly
Bitches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular
Women perform oral sex frequently
Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular
I am often seen preparing and selling drugs
Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular
I am known for engaging in violent activities frequently
Bare faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular
I commit robberies without wearing a mask regularly
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular
I am regularly present with a stolen vehicle and a loaded gun
Yeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular
I am associated with the rapper 6ix9ine and regularly carry a 9mm gun
Niggas want war yeah, kick the door yeah
Some individuals desire conflict, and I respond by forcefully entering their premises
Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake 'em off yeah
Some people desire my success and influence, but I dismiss them
I'm still in the hood yeah, bussin' juggs yeah
I continue to reside in the impoverished neighborhood and engage in illegal activities
Rollin' through the city, yeah, with my niggas yeah
I navigate the city accompanied by my close associates
Niggas want that bitch back, I don't chit-chat
Some individuals desire a woman I am involved with, but I do not engage in idle talk about them
Run up, hear a click clack, blow your shit back
If someone approaches me aggressively, they will experience the sound of a gun being cocked, and the consequences will be severe
Baby I ain't a hot boy, I'ma block boy
I am not someone who seeks attention or admiration; instead, I thrive in the streets
Double trigger Glock, make him Diddy Bop boy
I possess a Glock pistol with a hair trigger, capable of causing someone to dance violently when shot
Nigga we be busting at the opps, on the regular
My associates and I frequently engage in shootouts with rival gang members
Nigga we be ducking from the cops, on the regular
To evade the authorities, my friends and I regularly hide or avoid them
Bitches sucking dick and giving top, on the regular
Women regularly perform oral sex
Shit that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular
The expensive jewelry on my wrist is far from ordinary
Nigga if it's coming from my spot it ain't regular
Anything originating from my territory or presence is exceptional
Someone's will is on a different side, it ain't regular
An individual's intentions or desires do not align with the norm
You can't take the money when you die, it ain't regular
Material wealth cannot be carried into the afterlife; it goes against the usual expectation
Niggas with me really ready to die, on the regular
My close associates are prepared to risk their lives for me regularly
Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah
I arrive at someone's location and demand they lie on the ground
Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet
If I arrive, shooting will commence; don't even bother assessing the outcome
Different colored coupes, shmoney on the floor yeah
I own multiple cars of varying colors, and money is scattered on the ground
They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah
People are aware of my influence and financial success; it is evident and undeniable
They know I'ma ball like LaVar (ay)
Just like LaVar Ball excels and achieves great things, I will do the same
'Bout to take a trip to the stars
I am on the verge of journeying to new levels of success and fame
Let a nigga drip in designer
Allowing myself to wear expensive, fashionable clothing
Ay, makin' money, flip for the mob
I am involved in lucrative criminal activities, generating profits for my gang
I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mmm yeah
I excel at manipulating situations or causing chaos
Shmegular, that's regular, mmm yeah
The term 'shmegular' refers to something common or typical
I hit it on the tour bus, oh yeah
I engage in sexual activities while on a tour bus
If I'm a player, you a slut, ooh yeah
If I am considered promiscuous, then you must be even more so
I told my .38 'I love you'
I have a strong attachment to my .38 caliber revolver, treating it affectionately
That my baby, when I pull up she pull up, too
Just like a devoted partner, my gun is always by my side whenever I arrive
See the Hermes on the buckle ooh, and a Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah
I showcase the luxury brand Hermes on my belt buckle, and I carry a significant amount of money in my bag
Leave 'em wetter, let it rain, nigga
My actions or presence cause fear or discomfort, metaphorically making people 'wetter' as if caught in the rain
Put the thirty to your motherfuckin' brain nigga, uh
I will threaten or shoot someone with a .30 caliber gun directly to their head
I'm runnin' 'round with the same niggas
I consistently associate with the same group of individuals
Same niggas that'll take a nigga chain, nigga
These are the same trusted friends who would forcefully steal someone's necklace
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Andrew Green, Artist Dubose, Daniel Hernandez, Walter Spearman, Willie Maxwell
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@icyfantasma
Fetty really woke up, spit a verse, then went right back to hibernation.
@proddryhlo._
Yoooo 😂🤣🤣🤣
@ramen1916
Why is this true tho 🌚
@ITSHlM
Nah chill his music still fire listen to birthday
@kaelinthewater8169
Can’t lie it was fire tho
@bawanki1179
Fetty still fire though 😤
@jonathanhuerta7715
Fetty Wap killed it
@iwillloveyoursoulifyourepl5557
He is better than 69
@the_truth_moose4774
Fax dat last 4 bar was heavenly 🤣🤣💯🔥
@leon917
A Boogie’s verse >>>