Lyrics Call Me Again - Fekky, Ghetts

Call Me Again

Yeah, Billy Sauce
Ayy Rapid, ayy this one Rapid you know
Anyting or anyting cuz
El Clasico, let’s go
I can go nuts, but you don’t want that
Stop all the gun talk, stop that
How you get robbed for a brick and you’re tryna beef me
Oi dickhead, go get your gwop back (shut up)
You don’t want that, you ain’t on that
I got the big ting, cool like the long back
You want a problem?
Ayo I got that
I’ve got the G2 stashed in the Bombat
Yeah, tell them niggas don’t play with the sauce
I don’t know what he thought (Billy Sauce)
So much sauce on my watch
I call it a fool, yeah
Don’t mention my name with dem man
Cuh me and dem man ain’t cool
I make my young buck hide in the bush
Then jump out the bush like «boo»
Can the fuckboys get out the room?
(boom)
Yeah, man can’t take my energy
Fuckboy with the fuckboy Tennessee
In a mix-up like champs and Hennessey
Heard they got robbed
What are you telling me?
(ayy, that’s mad)
Can’t lie, that’s mad
Didn’t do nuttin', don’t lie, that’s sad
I thought that nigga was bad
I was in the trap selling clothes all week
Niggas don’t know about peak
Niggas don’t know 'bout beef
Shut your mouth you chief
If I back that strap you’ll freeze
And I roll with that, you don’t wanna know bro
Tinted whip, yeah, lot of weed smoke
Stay out of this, don’t be a hero
Take a shot like Ronaldhino
And again
Yo, I’m starting again
Hit flexy for the partin' again
It’s Friday, it’s a party again
Ten bottles of the champers again
Tell them pussyholes stand over there
Cuh us man don’t party with them
And tell them man don’t ring my phone
'Cause them man can’t call me again
Can’t call me again, can’t call me again (nah)
Them man can’t call me again (shut up)
Can’t call me again, can’t call me again (dem)
Them man can’t call me again
Can’t call me again, can’t call me again (nah)
Them man can’t call me again
Can’t call me again, yeah
Them man’t can’t call me again
Ayo
Ayy Fekky, pass the machete (brah)
Tell these niggas I’m ready already (whoo)
Your own block ain’t ever seen you pull semis (nah)
I won’t stop 'til my enemies are all buried
Hold on, my aim ain’t ordinary
I jump out cars, run down stars
Come round yours before you come round ours
Dem gyal come round Ghetto or come round last
Me and my niggas we don’t hold back (boom)
.45 sittin' in my whole lap (boom)
I might but I draw back (boom)
Pull up, skid and throw that (boom)
Long stick like an old man (what else?)
Conflicts, I know that (whoo)
I’m a known man (whoo)
You think you’re crazy, but you don’t know mad (whoo)
Catch the pussy on Roman
Lick it down like a Bow cab
I might snap, but I don’t chat
I might rap, but I don’t act
Mic man, but I’m so bad
Get it?
Mic man, so bad?
Tell your girl stop running her mouth
And again
Yo, I’m starting again
Hit flexy for the partin' again
It’s Friday, it’s a party again
Ten bottles of the champers again
Tell them pussyholes stand over there
Cuh us man don’t party with them
And tell them man don’t ring my phone
'Cause them man can’t call me again
Can’t call me again, can’t call me again, yo
Them man can’t call me again (shut up)
Can’t call me again, can’t call me again (bu-bu-bang)
Them man can’t call me again
Can’t call me again, can’t call me again, yo
Them man can’t call me again
Can’t call me again, yeah
Them man’t can’t call me again
'Gain, 'gain
Them man can’t, them man can’t
A clash
'Gain, 'gain
Them man can’t, them man can’t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I-I-I-I'm startin'-starting
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I-I-I-I'm startin'-starting again (shut up)
You ain’t on that
Can’t call me, can’t call me again (shut up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I-I-I-I'm startin'-starting
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I-I-I-I'm startin'-starting again (shut up)
You ain’t on that
Can’t call me, can’t call me again (shut up)
N, the E, the U, T, the R, I, N, with an O
Fekky, Neutrino (Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bang)
Super rich, Avirex
Girls see this, get wet
Occupation, mic check
Yeah, occupation MC, mic check-(song switch)
You know what I mean
Yeah, now my money’s green
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean-(song switch)
E-E-E-El Clasico
Yeah
They cappin' on the net, cappin' on the net
Yeah, so much beef, but nobody’s dead
I gave my goons the green light, they catch him at the red
You know, catch him in traffic, slap him in his head-(song switch)
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
Yeah