Текст песни Fxct It (feat. TizzTrap & BG) - B.G. , BackRoad Gee

Fxck it,
Pass me the ting lemme bruck it
The firing pin we go done it
Don't worry bout them they my son King Outside man multiply numbers
Backroad man tear up jumpers
Done him, he's running

Fxck it,
Pass me the ting lemme bruck it
The firing pin we go done it
Don't worry bout them they my son King Outside man multiply numbers
Backroad man tear up jumpers
Done him, he's running

Hit 4 pack was a lit, lit move
Cop that pack split that in two
See the re re-ring got a peng ting too
Had to grab that pack
This prof I choose
See this jay bag is calling me rude
When she clocked that
I'm stunting to get that food
Tryna get man down with the woosh Woosh
Three-man up in a 3 door coupe
Don't think we lack
38 auto claps in the ding dong ride
And it's looking like cam
Mash that works still dishing out packs
Hella youts got food
But their foods bare whack
Youts get sucked is it tizz or trap
Get man down mi nuh about chat
Any L's gang take, gang's getting that back

Fxck it,
Pass me the ting lemme bruck it
The firing pin we go done it
Don't worry bout them they my son King Outside man multiply numbers
Backroad man tear up jumpers
Done him, he's running

Fxck it,
Pass me the ting lemme bruck it
The firing pin we go done it
Don't worry bout them they my son King Outside man multiply numbers
Backroad man tear up jumpers
Done him, he's running

Bg bg two side black gang
And I should of put the studes in my sat nav
End up in the ding, made it beat like kat man
Bad boy what, man show u bout bad man
Got shot, still tryna tweet and atman
My apologies to the cabman
But I'm on a mish wid ghost trynna pack man
Shoot man's front
Mi Nah care about backchat
Two's up twos up I'm a two side shooter
Leng and brown she a two side cuter
I'm wid Fred little bro he a booter
Face shot close, but the gun jam sooner
Bando b I'm wid bando E
Ibo just called for the bando boomers
Done it on foot could of done it on scooters
Dot dot old, tell tizz bring the cougar

Fxck it,
Pass me the ting lemme bruck it
The firing pin we go done it
Don't worry bout them they my son King Outside man multiply numbers
Backroad man tear up jumpers
Done him, he's running

Next 100 bags, taking out 20
Dawg ima spend that all on waps
I need two brownings and a fuckin mac
And if I can get me a rifle akh
Long, reach we need that shit
Vroom skurr we getting it pitched
Don't make me ling that one
Like my name be Lingard
We outside don't know nuttin about inside
Man tryna leave that corn there inside
Get off your arse or suck your mum
SYM your time is done,
Them man chat loads Out here they ain't got no backbone
My guys are fully on backroad
Man slap man slap man slap!

Fxck it,
Pass me the ting lemme bruck it
The firing pin we go done it
Don't worry bout them they my son King Outside man multiply numbers
Backroad man tear up jumpers
Done him, he's running

Fxck it,
Pass me the ting lemme bruck it
The firing pin we go done it
Don't worry bout them they my son King Outside man multiply numbers
Backroad man tear up jump