Yeah yeah yeah
What will be grease like that
We own the
What ever you are we own that song
Trust me trust me
Local let's go let's go
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 boaw boaw boaaww yeah
Talking beef f**king punk look at
You now yeah
Fekky boaw boaw boaw boaw boaaww
Yeah
Boaw boaw boaw boaw boaaww
Yeah they wanna take my life
Wanna take my life
Check it so we gotta buy more
Straps gotta back more pies
Yeah
Yeah they wanna talk my name wanna spread them lies
Catch him on the road
I'll make a bad boy run for his life
Yeah
Hard of hearing
But he'll listen with a gun is his spine
Man will take one of yours you
Ain't even gotta take one of mine
Yeah young spray
I'm talking bare car buying
Yeah Fekky I aint been this greezy in time
I got rich out the bando
Hating nigas can't handle your girl said
She was singing my song
And you went off the handle
Yeah
F**k boy talking sh*t on wax oh
Will blow out your candle
Head get mangled and dangled if I aim and find my angle
Yeah these bruddas aint got your
Back trust me brudda they tricked you
These bruddas wanna run to the feds boaw boaw boaw boaw boaawww
Sorry to my mom live by the gun
I aint putting mine down
Yeah hating niggas everywhere
They wanna lick man down yeah
Fekky boaw boaw boaw boaw boaaww yeah
Talking beef f**king punk look at you now yeah
Fekky boaw boaw boaw boaaww
Yeah
Boaw boaw boaw boaw boaaww
Yeah they 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 with
Them niggas and talk about the game no more
Yeah
Let's go let's go
It aint the same no more
I'm back with a bang on a new wave billi sauce
Yeah don't compare me to them man fam look at my shirt
I really blazed that n***a that time I put in my work
Can't type me up up on google fam
And check out my worth
But I still pul up in that range like skrrr skrrr skrrr
They wanna bite the swag swag
Call it a funky
F**king cheek phone their phone
They try and blank you
Yeah I don't know who's gassing
You fam or who's trying to amp you
You you
But my dogs they're hungry
Round 'ere and don't let 'em grab you
I got rich out the bando bando
Hating niggas can't handle handle
Your girl said she was singing my song
And you went off the handle yeah
F**k boy talking sh*t on wax oh
Will blow out your candle
Head get mangled and dangled if I aim
And fing my angle bubububu baaaaang
You niggas aing got no c*****s
Where's your sauce man
Yeah
Yo billi sauce billi sauce
Yeah hating on me because my
Chick's badder than your's I'd hate me too
Because my whip's badder than yours
Yo fekky bili sauce sauce
Yo billi sauce billi sauce yo
Yeah
Sorry to my mum
Live by the gun I aint putting mine down down down
Yeah hating niggas everywhere
They wanna lick man down
They wanna lick man down
Yeah boaw boaw boaw boaw boawww
Bow bow bowww
No no no
