[Instrumental 1Fekky] You dont wanna start no war It starts with the talk then it ends with the four It starts in the barrel, ends in your jaw You start on your feet then you end on the floor You started at the bottom now it ice on the paw We dont use keys to start cars no more Push that button, pedal to the floor In that petrol guzzler, four point four Yeaaahhhhh Putting GB on the map Drunk in the club, two models on my lap Bottles on the table, stacks in the bag Bust two bottles for my bruddas in the can Gucci on my feet side, roley on my hand Says she wants to beat so I put her in the cab One quick, then I put her in the cab yeaaahhh My names Fekky you div Ring ring trap yeah I make a few quid I put in my work yeah, f what you did These twitter gangsters will make me flip my lid Fekky But Im tryna stay calm though Say they wanna diss me, but they really cant though I roll up on a brudda like you was talking hard though Now youre in the hospital looking like a arsehole Fekky, yeahhh Its like one year in Oh what a ting Drop ring ring trap, got the whole game sync yeah Now all my phone does is ring ring ring Im hitting high notes and I dont even sing Big rear we dont shoot it in the air You can die right now, see if I care I got gees over my side, nerds over there Their got cups over their side, bottles over there These fools dont make no money Their guccis fake and their watch looks dodgy I got that, you can go ask bobby These fools cant take nothing from me The last one that tried got hit with the lorry Fekky Im geed up to my feet up I drink a hot chocolate with my feet up Bun a big [?] while Im counting my ree up Fresh to my kicks Jump out the whip yeahh Eight on my wrist styling em You know what time when I jump out the whip Cos its big big Fekky from the the the bits They be telling me Im real Telling me Im ill Im like kool brudda but I know that still You tryna stunt on me with your chick like your ill Just kool yourself cos I bang that still They said they want me dead All these dead threats I woke up and I still aint dead yet The roads dirty I trust no one Only my family and this big rarse [?] You done know the ting already Its big Fekky big whips big belly The Cartier watch with the ice bezzy It make the [?] go nuts yeah, damn jezzy [Instrumental 2Fekky] Ive been on the roads, Ive been in the kitchen Ive been through the wars, Ive been caught slipping But nothing aint changed my dargs still whipping Saying free all my bruddas, cant lie Im missing Yeah You they love you then they hate you then they love you again yeaahh And then they say their your friends yeah They your bruddas and its family know its love to the end But then you see them with them yeah Forget that fake shit I aint tryna pretend You can keep your retweet, I aint begging a friend Cos I always do me Ive been setting them trends yeah And all them fake bruddas always beg in the end yeah I use to be that picky head yout on the ends Now I whip on the ends With a chick in the Benz yeah All them bruddas that were hating on me on the ends Fam their still on the ends yeah Ticking a bens yeaahh Its like theres so much fake, I dont know whats real You see my old hood changed when sparks got killed Its like [?] got a thirty, the snitch took a deal I can only thank God that Im out here still You see my family gotta eat, Ive gotta find that mill And get a poolside bar on a house on the hills But the way I was going, I could of got killed But then I started to rap and then it made me chill But dont start thinking that I wont cos I will Im still out here, I aint got no deal And if youre broke and your hating, how do you feel? And if youre rich and your hating, thats not real yeahh Im still GB to the death of me [?] to the right got ox to the left of me YF thats my brudda thats a messed up recipe So come on then yeahh come mess with me I cant lie fam, this is how Im living I grew up round hustlers and villains Sitting in my room yeah staring at the ceiling Tryna hold back the smiles cos Im feeling like Im winning This is just the start fam, god willing Im close, I got that feeling But certain tools are tryna stop my vision Like how the jakes wanna see me locked up in prison Saying Im fake you must be kidding woahh You couldnt go what Ive been through Being smoked by the ones that your close to Sitting in this whip just waiting for the phone call Feds on your car, every rave that you go to Your friends wanna hate cos your hard and your vocal [Instrumental 3Fekky] I was screaming out gangster for life yeah Man violate straight boom bye bye Forget dutty whine I got a big dutty nine yeah I pull it out make a boy do the butterfly yeah Were straight living that gangsters life With them big whips big fade lines on the side woahh Rudeboy I aint on what shaggys on Cos where I came up I saw bad boys cry I look fly Six thirty I Courtesy of that peas and the rice Take my advice Fam this is GB, and round here we take mans We take man wives, take them to the disco Make them drink champagne, drunk all night yeah You wish you could live this life Aint the door I be slamming when I take her to the ride woahh About your gonna bang on who, you fool Im a show you what bangers do yeaahh Im rolling in that brand new coupe Red leathers, tomato soup When I heard you got food cuz, I give man a ring I got the dough cuz, show me the ting And when you show me the ting yeah Ill show you the ting You just got jacked cuz it aint a big thing Now Im getting phone calls about run back the ting What the hell? Why the hell would I run back the ting yeah I rather go raving and dance with my ting Oogie boogie woogie with Stacey and Kim With my GB kweffas and my GB dons Fekky, yeah you better have your [?] Cos trust me dargie I got my one And you wont like it when your mate gets tun yeah You can get beat up, you can get robbed You can get stabbed up, you can get shot Im rolling through the ends and I just got stopped Its just another day on the block And again now You can get beat up, you can get shot You can get stabbed up, you can get robbed Im rolling though the ends and I just got stopped Its just another day on the block Yeahhhhhh Come on then Big Mac yeah I must hit one of them Fekky Bu bu bang Come on then
fekky, gb, ting, yeah, bruddas