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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
6ix9ine
Vocals
Fetty Wap
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walter Spearman
Composer
Andrew Green
Songwriter
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Willie Maxwell II
Songwriter
Daniel Hernandez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee "Wizard Lee" Weinberg
Recording Engineer
Flamm
Producer
Walteezy
Producer
Wizard Lee Weinberg
Mixing Engineer
toopristine
Co-Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Scum gang
[Verse 2]
I'll be on the block on the regular
With my **** 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
[Verse 3]
**** want war yeah, kick the door yeah
**** want the sauce yeah, shake 'em off yeah
I'm still in the hood yeah, busting drugs yeah
Rolling through the city yeah, with my **** yeah
**** want that bitch back, I don't chit chat
Run up here? 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
[Verse 4]
****, we be busting at the opps on the regular
****, 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
****, 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
**** with me, really ready to die, on the regular
[Verse 5]
Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (Yeah)
Pull up, we gonna shoot, don't check out the score yet (Yeah)
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah (Yeah)
They know I got juice, dripping dripping sauce yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up, we gonna shoot, don't check out the score yet (Yeah, yeah)
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah (Yeah, yeah)
They know I got juice, dripping dripping sauce yeah (Yeah, yeah)
They know I'ma ball like LaVar (Yeah, yeah)
About to take a trip to the stars (Yeah, yeah)
Let a **** drip in designer (Yeah, yeah)
Ay, making money, flip for the mob (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 6]
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 too
See the Hermes on the buckle and a
Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah
Leave 'em wetter, let it rain ****
I'm the .30 to your motherfucking brain ****, ah
I'm running around with the same ****
Same **** that'll take a **** chain ****
Huh?
Written by: Andrew Green, Artist Julius Dubose, Daniel Hernandez, Walter Spearman, Willie Maxwell II