Fekky, Killa Ki, Jme - Shut Up, Fuck Off lyrics

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