Fekky - Fire in the Booth lyrics

[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 bu*ton, 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 sh** 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 k**ed 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 k**ed 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 d**h 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 bu*terfly (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