Fekky Lyrics
"Fire in the Booth"

[Instrumental 1:Fekky]
You don't wanna start no war
It starts with the talk then it ends with the four
It starts in the barrel, ends in your jaw
You start on your feet then you end on the floor
You started at the bottom now it ice on the paw
We don't use keys to start cars no more
Push that button, pedal to the floor
In that petrol guzzler, four point four (Yeaaahhhhh)
Putting GB on the map
Drunk in the club, two models on my lap
Bottles on the table, stacks in the bag
Bust two bottles for my bruddas in the can
Gucci on my feet side, roley on my hand
Says she wants to beat so I put her in the cab
One quick, then I put her in the cab (yeaaahhh)
My names Fekky you div
Ring ring trap yeah I make a few quid
I put in my work yeah, f what you did
These twitter gangsters will make me flip my lid (Fekky)
But I'm tryna stay calm though
Say they wanna diss me, but they really can't though
I roll up on a brudda like you was talking hard though
Now you're in the hospital looking like a arsehole (Fekky, yeahhh)
It's like one year in
Oh what a ting
Drop ring ring trap, got the whole game sync (yeah)
Now all my phone does is ring ring ring
I'm hitting high notes and I don't even sing
Big rear we don't shoot it in the air
You can die right now, see if I care
I got gees over my side, nerds over there
Their got cups over their side, bottles over there
These fools don't make no money
Their gucci's fake and their watch looks dodgy
I got that, you can go ask bobby
These fools can't take nothing from me
The last one that tried got hit with the lorry
Fekky I'm geed up to my feet up
I drink a hot chocolate with my feet up
Bun a big ___? while I'm counting my ree up
Fresh to my kicks
Jump out the whip (yeahh)
Eight on my wrist (styling em)
You know what time when I jump out the whip
Cos its big big Fekky from the the the bits
They be telling me I'm real
Telling me I'm ill
I'm like kool brudda but I know that still
You tryna stunt on me with your chick like your ill
Just kool yourself cos I bang that still
They said they want me dead
All these dead threats
I woke up and I still ain't dead yet
The roads dirty I trust no one
Only my family and this big rarse ___?

You done know the ting already
It's big Fekky big whips big belly
The Cartier watch with the ice bezzy
It make the ___? go nuts yeah, damn jezzy

[Instrumental 2:Fekky]
I've been on the roads, I've been in the kitchen
I've been through the wars, I've been caught slipping
But nothing ain't changed my dargs still whipping
Saying free all my bruddas, can't lie I'm missing (Yeah)
You they love you then they hate you then they love you again (yeaahh)
And then they say their your friends (yeah)
They your bruddas and it's family know it's love to the end
But then you see them with them (yeah)
Forget that fake shit I ain't tryna pretend
You can keep your retweet, I ain't begging a friend
Cos I always do me I've been setting them trends (yeah)
And all them fake bruddas always beg in the end (yeah)
I use to be that picky head yout on the ends
Now I whip on the ends
With a chick in the Benz (yeah)
All them bruddas that we're hating on me on the ends
Fam their still on the ends (yeah)
Ticking a bens (yeaahh)
It's like there's so much fake, I don't know what's real
You see my old hood changed when sparks got killed
It's like ___? got a thirty, the snitch took a deal
I can only thank God that I'm out here still
You see my family gotta eat, I've gotta find that mill
And get a poolside bar on a house on the hills
But the way I was going, I could of got killed
But then I started to rap and then it made me chill
But don't start thinking that I won't cos I will
I'm still out here, I ain't got no deal
And if you're broke and your hating, how do you feel?
And if you're rich and your hating, that's not real (yeahh)
I'm still GB to the death of me
___? to the right got ox to the left of me
YF that's my brudda that's a messed up recipe
So come on then (yeahh) come mess with me
I can't lie fam, this is how I'm living
I grew up round hustlers and villains
Sitting in my room (yeah) staring at the ceiling
Tryna hold back the smiles cos I'm feeling like I'm winning
This is just the start fam, god willing
I'm close, I got that feeling
But certain tools are tryna stop my vision
Like how the jakes wanna see me locked up in prison
Saying I'm fake you must be kidding (woahh)
You couldn't go what I've been through
Being smoked by the ones that your close to
Sitting in this whip just waiting for the phone call
Feds on your car, every rave that you go to
Your friends wanna hate cos your hard and your vocal

[Instrumental 3:Fekky]
I was screaming out gangster for life (yeah)
Man violate straight boom bye bye
Forget dutty whine I got a big dutty nine (yeah)
I pull it out make a boy do the butterfly (yeah)
Were straight living that gangsters life
With them big whips big fade lines on the side (woahh)
Rudeboy I ain't on what shaggy's on
Cos where I came up I saw bad boys cry
I look fly
Six thirty I
Courtesy of that peas and the rice
Take my advice
Fam this is GB, and round here we take man's
We take man wives, take them to the disco
Make them drink champagne, drunk all night (yeah)
You wish you could live this life
Ain't the door I be slamming when I take her to the ride (woahh)
About your gonna bang on who, you fool
I'm a show you what bangers do (yeaahh)
I'm rolling in that brand new coupe
Red leathers, tomato soup
When I heard you got food cuz, I give man a ring
I got the dough cuz, show me the ting
And when you show me the ting (yeah)
I'll show you the ting
You just got jacked cuz it ain't a big thing
Now I'm getting phone calls about run back the ting
What the hell? Why the hell would I run back the ting (yeah)
I rather go raving and dance with my ting
Oogie boogie woogie with Stacey and Kim
With my GB kweffas and my GB dons
Fekky, yeah you better have your ___?
Cos trust me dargie I got my one
And you won't like it when your mate gets tun (yeah)
You can get beat up, you can get robbed
You can get stabbed up, you can get shot
I'm rolling through the ends and I just got stopped
It's just another day on the block
And again now
You can get beat up, you can get shot
You can get stabbed up, you can get robbed
I'm rolling though the ends and I just got stopped
It's just another day on the block

Yeahhhhhh
Come on then
Big Mac yeah I must hit one of them
Fekky
Bu bu bang
Come on then