Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fxct It, artist - BackRoad Gee
Date of issue: 28.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fxct It |
See the r re-ring got a peng ting too |
Had to grab that pack, this prof I choose (My man) |
See this j-bird's callin' m rude |
When she clocked that I’m startin' to get that food (Get rich) |
Tryna get man down with this woosh woosh |
Three man up in a three-door coupe (Baow, baow, baow) |
Don’t think we lack (We don’t) |
Three-eight auto claps in the ding dong ride (Baow) |
And it’s lookin' like cam |
Mash that work, still dishin' out packs |
Hella yutes got food, but their food’s bare wack |
Yutes get sucked, is it Tizz or Trap? |
(Yeah) |
Get man down, mi nuh about chat |
Any L’s gang take, gang’s gettin' that back (Yeah) |
Fuck it |
Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it) |
The firin' pin we go done it (Done it) |
Don’t worry 'bout them, they my son king (Woi) |
Outside man multiply numbers (Grrr) |
Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow, baow) |
Hah, done him (Done him) |
Hah, he’s runnin' (He's gone) |
Fuck it |
Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it) |
The firin' pin we go done it (Done it) |
Don’t worry 'bout them, they my son king (Woi) |
Outside man multiply numbers (Grrr) |
Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow, baow) |
Hah, done him (Done him) |
Hah, he’s runnin' (He's gone) |
B-B-BG, BG, two side black gang (Woo, woo) |
And I should of put the studes in my sat nav (Woo, woo) |
End up on the ting, made it beat like Katman' |
Bad boy, what, manna show you 'bout bad man |
Got shot, still tryna tweet and at man (Ah) |
My apologies to the cabman (Ah) |
But I’m on a mish with Ghost tryna pack man (Woi, woi, brrr) |
Shoot man’s front, mi nuh care about backchat |
Two’s up twos, I’m a two side shooter (Two side) |
Leng and brown, she a two side cuter (Boom) |
I’m with Fred, little bro he a booter (Ah) |
Face shot close, but the gun jam sooner (Woi) |
Bando B, I’m with Bando E (Woi, woi) |
Ibo just called for the bando boomers (Boomers) |
Done it on foot, could’ve done it on scooters (Woo) |
Dot dot old, tell Tizz bring the Cougar (Yes) |
Fuck it |
Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it) |
The firin' pin we go done it (Done it) |
Don’t worry 'bout them, they my son king (Woi) |
Outside man multiply numbers (Grrr) |
Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow, baow) |
Hah, done him (Done him) |
Hah, he’s runnin' (He's gone) |
Next hundred bags, takin' out twenty (Twenty) |
Darg, I’ma spend that all on waps (Waps) |
I need two Brownings and a fuckin' MAC |
And if I can get me a rifle, akh (Brr) |
Long, reach, we need that shit |
Vroom, skrrt, we there in the pitch (Skkrt) |
Don’t make me ling that one like my name be Lingard (Ling) |
Outside don’t know nothin' 'bout inside (What?) |
Man try leave that corn there inside (What?) |
Get off your arse or suck your mum (Get up) |
SYM, your time is done (You're gone) |
Them man chat loads |
Out here they ain’t got no backbone (Hey, hey) |
My guys are fully on backroad (Grrr) |
Man slap (Grrr), man slap, man slap (Grrr) |
Fuck it |
Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it) |
The firin' pin we go done it (Done it) |
Don’t worry 'bout them, they my son king (Woi) |
Outside man multiply numbers (Grrr) |
Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow, baow) |
Hah, done him (Done him) |
Hah, he’s runnin' (He's gone) |
Fuck it |
Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it) |
The firin' pin we go done it (Done it) |
Don’t worry 'bout them, they my son king (Woi) |
Outside man multiply numbers (Grrr) |
Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow, baow) |
Hah, done him (Done him) |
Hah, he’s runnin' (He's gone) |