Call Me Again - Fekky, Ghetts

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