Top Songs By Fekky
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fekky
Vocals
Section Boyz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simeon Ogundipe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Machine Baby
Producer
E&C Mastering
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Fekky
Yeah, they don't want no smoke
They don't want no smoke
Yeah, they don't want no smoke
They don't want no smoke
Yeah, let me show 'em how to make a banger
Say they do it like me?
You're a bloody liar
[Verse 2]
It's a mad ting, sad ting
My brudda it's a mad ting, sad ting
It's a mad ting, sad ting
My brudda it's a mad ting, sad ting
[Verse 3]
Mad ting, sad ting
Can't mix up the road ting and rap ting
'Cause them **** on the road darg, are acting
And them **** in the rap ting, are acting
[Verse 4]
Ay 'cause it's a mad ting, sad ting
I walk up in the dance darg, with mad bling
And we ain't inna scuffing or fighting
Yeah, it be straight thunder and lightning
[Verse 5]
Yeah, catch 'em in my black ting, my white ting
With my shirt shoes, the right ting
Tell them ****, allow me, I'm flexing
Yeah, I ain't the Porsche cuz I'm in a next ting
[Verse 6]
It's a mad ting, sad ting
(Fekky) It's a mad ting, sad ting
(Fekky) It's a mad ting, sad ting
Ay, it's a mad ting, sad ting
[Verse 7]
Trap ting, packaging
Sellotape in the this wrap ting, these man will sing
Extra lips on the strap yeah, won't hear a ting
Bada bing in the trap yea, tell 'em, bank the things
[Verse 8]
Mana still doing map bare, me and B Wiz
Fuck your gyal bare, no policing
Rob a brick then I take a shit, man I take the piss
Now to him, 'cause I like his chick, better light a spliff
[Verse 9]
Man bag with a hand ting, sad ting
Bu bu bang no adlib, make your hat flip
Steak and rice for Patrick, mad ting
Link your gyallie from the Instagram and she's a catfish
[Verse 10]
Take it back to the trap ting, dirty mattress
When the door knocks, hoping that it ain't the damn pigs
Black mask in the transit doing bad shit
Now we shutting down shows, gyal give me hat quick
[Verse 11]
It's a mad ting, sad ting
My brudda it's a mad ting, sad ting
It's a mad ting, sad ting
My brudda it's a mad ting, sad ting
[Verse 12]
Ay this ting here, madder than mad
Anything mi dash weh, nah come back
(Dash away)
My ex wan press but I'm done with that
Likkle man, dun with the gun man chat
[Verse 13]
Anywhere I can go I shell it
You see dem style dere darg dem just can't tek it
They're like, look pon di pussy dem, how dem mek it
Ah hard work for di whole ah mi possessions
[Verse 14]
Shotguns, hand tings
He was talking hot but that relapsed him
Mana get a check cut or rubber band ting
Bussin' out the TP's, bussin' out my banking
[Verse 15]
**** know in this rap ting, man are champions
Man ain't with the clash ting, bu bu brap ting
Go on girl fanny drip, 'cause my accent
You just started tryna trap now, man was trapped in
[Verse 16]
Young bruddas on the back road, tryna slam things
Your gyallie she's a bad ting, get the bu bu bang
Man cry when the strap sings, that's a sad ting
Big Fekky and the Section yeah that's a mad ting
[Verse 17]
You see me flexing with my bredrins on a gang ting
Trap wrap I get cheques in, do the damn thing
Big smile on the skeng ting, spin a man's grin
Peng gyal up in the hotel, she's doing bad things
[Verse 18]
Slang ting, mad ting
Money in the mattress, stacking
Tryna hit a mad ting, with the mandem
You know it's Shelly-Ann anywhere that man is
[Verse 19]
Smoking on the Cali weed, I'm still in London
What's everybody talking 'bout, man's just acting
Bare foreign jawns around, man's attracting
Pull them Beamers out, that means it's carnage
[Verse 20]
Section
[Verse 21]
It's a mad ting, sad ting
(Fekky) It's a mad ting, sad ting
(Fekky) It's a mad ting, sad ting
It's a mad ting, sad ting
Bu bu bang
(Machine baby)
(Machine baby)
Written by: Simeon Ogundipe