Lyrics Billi - Fekky

Billi

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