Billi - Fekky

Yeah

On my greaze right now

We’re on that

Whatever you’re on, we’re on that, fam

Trust me

Local

Let’s go

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, sorry to my mum

Live by the gun, I ain’t putting mine down, yeah

Hating niggas everywhere

They wanna lick man down, yeah

Fekky, baow, baow, baow

Baow, baow, yeah

Talking beef?

Fucking punk

Look at you now, yeah

Fekky, baow, baow, baow

Baow, baow, yeah

Baow, baow, baow

Baow, baow

You don’t wanna take my life

Wanna take my life

Check it, so we gotta buy more straps

Gotta bake more pies

Yeah, you don’t wanna talk my name

Wanna spread them lies

Catch him on the road

And make a badboy run for his life, yeah

Hard of hearing

But he’ll listen with a gun in his spine

Man will take one of yours

You ain’t even gotta take one of mine

Yeah, Young Spray

I’m talking bare carbine

Yeah, Fekky

I ain’t been this greazy in time

I got rich out the bando

Hating niggas can’t handle

Your girl said she was singing my song

And it went off the handle

Yeah, fuckboy talking shit on wax

Man will blow out your candle

Head get mangled and dangled

If I hear man find my angle

Yeah, these breddas ain’t got your back

Trust me, brudda, they’ll cheat you

These bruddas wanna run to the feds?

Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow

Yeah, sorry to my mum

Live by the gun, I ain’t putting mine down, yeah

Hating niggas everywhere

They wanna lick man down, yeah

Fekky, baow, baow, baow

Baow, baow, yeah

Talking beef?

Fucking punk

Look at you now, yeah

Fekky, baow, baow, baow

Baow, baow, yeah

Baow, baow, baow

Baow, baow

You don’t wanna take my life

Wanna take my life

Check it, so we gotta buy more straps

Gotta bake more pies

Fekky

I don’t wanna play no more

I don’t wanna sit in no room and hear niggas dem

Talking 'bout the game no more

Yeah

It ain’t the same no more

I’m back with a bang on a new wave

Billi sauce

Yeah, don’t compare me to dem man, fam

Look at my shirt

I really blazed that nigga that time

I put in my work

Can’t type me up up on Google, fam

And check up my worth

But I still pull up in that Range like

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr

I got rich out the bando

Hating niggas can’t handle

Your girl said she was singing my song

And it went off the handle

Yeah, fuckboy talking shit on wax

Man will blow out your candle

Head get mangled and dangled

If I hear man find my angle

These niggas ain’t got no cajones, man

Where’s your sauce, man?

Yo

Billi sauce

Yeah, hating on me 'cause my chick’s badder than yours

Billi sauce

I’d hate me too 'cause my bitch badder than yours

Yo, Fekky, billi sauce

Yeah, sorry to my mum

Live by the gun, I ain’t putting mine down, yeah

Hating niggas everywhere

They wanna lick man down, yeah

Baow, baow, baow

Baow, baow

Baow, baow, baow

Baow, baow, look at me now