Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Outro] 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