Shut Up, Fuck Off - Fekky, JME, Killa Ki

Shut up, fuck 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, fuck off

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 niggas «get down»

No mercy on these broke cunts

Since 18, I’ve only been broke once

We count money and smoke blunts

And fuck 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 fuck you and your hard times

With your dead food, on your dead nan

Shut the fuck up, cuh I ain’t got no time

Shut up, after you do that please fuck 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 drugs, up in the club like I can’t see

But I’m like Winston from Eastenders, everyone’s got lines except me

Fucking 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 bitch

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

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 niggas 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 fuck off

Don’t you niggas 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 fuck off

Uh, we the south east villains

Pecknam to New Cross is where the gat’s ringing

Trapping, robbing, shottings and killings

Uh, and we’re fucking sexy women