Fekky - Shut Up, f** Off lyrics

[Hook: Fekky](x2) Shut up, f** off I've got that big ting that will blow your nuts off My whole team's hard, we don't do soft Shut up, f** off [Verse 1: Fekky] Yeah, look at me, now look at you I was born to win, you was born to lose I've been on my money from the get-down Since I had that strap, telling n***as "get down" No mercy on these broke c*nts Since 18, I've only been broke once We count money and smoke blunts And f** girls, I make em take the fruit punch Yep, go hard, go hard 50 pound in my pocket, 20 bags on my bank card You say you're trapping, where's your profit? Your girl told you you're hard? Dump her, she ain't honest Yeah, eight years on this hard grind Yeah, so f** you and your hard times With your dead food, on your dead nan Shut the f** up, cuh I ain't got no time [Hook: Fekky](x2) [Verse 2: Jme] Shut up, after you do that please f** off You might hear me on radio, I'm on Rinse but I'm not washed You're the opposite of greazy, you man there are sterilised I'm a badman at life, I went bed and woke up verified Half of you lot don't sleep, tryna put work in, but it's weak While I'm there in bed dribbling, wake up and I've got more P Half you man are on d**, up in the club like I can't see But I'm like Winston from Eastenders, everyone's got lines except me f**ing hell, I speak the truth, them man are misleading the youth It's like Power Rangers, it's morphing time whenever they jump in the booth Fam, don't make me switch, Jme up in this b**h I've been telling man shut ya mout from 2006, trust me Cause your voice is husky, you little idiots think you can cuss me But when the cameras have gone, you man are depressed, smoking a gret like Krusty So you better think twice before you open your mouth You do not want man dem to come to your house, shut up [Hook: Fekky](x2) [Verse 3: k**a Ki] Haters better fall back Before me and Fillon roll round with our new strap The truth's back, let the hood talk, it's a newsflash 25 shots from the MAC will leave your crew splashed Leave you on London tonight Us n***as bang guns, we ain't got time to fight If we ain't got a strap, then believe we got a knife Cause shoot-ups and stab-ups just a part of the life Uh, so shut up and f** off Don't you n***as know we the quickest to buck off? One shot from the 45 will rip your top off And leave you with holes in your chest, so f** off Uh, we the south east villains Pecknam to New Cross is where the gat's ringing Trapping, robbing, shottings and k**ings Uh, and we're f**ing s**y women [Hook: Fekky](x2)