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What's all the gossiping
Niggas know my style, I'm a boss in this
Get your facts right, act right, act like
Big Fekky never my ting
I get money, yeah, you that, king
and fly, yeah, you know my ting
And these wanna hate on the ting
Fuck 'em, wasn't with us in the first place

Catch me on the road, that dough
That's my next brick when I that next O
Drive the best whips, the best clothes
Watch me bag a bad bitch, her to my next show
[?] a bit of
Cut trees and I shovel up snow
Ain't gotta say much, most niggas know
If I make the call, everyting's a go, go, go
Cuh I to be a used-to
That little nigga, dem chicks abuse to
Shit that I've been through would a nigga cuckoo
All bad luck, Mum blamed it on voodoo
Now 2 2, man had to two food
bags, one scale and two Qs
Me and F hit the strip like cool dudes
The strip, darg, show you how to move food
Now it's big and leather
Tag a quick chick [?]
Everyone's a G, everybody thinks they're
We give a fuck, ain't expecting any better
on the rocks, brandy on the rocks
Nigga, 'em how you're talking to a boss
I can take a hit, I can a loss
But I can't take fuckboys acting like they're us

What's all the ting?
Niggas know my style, I'm a in this ting
Get your facts right, act right, don't act
Big Fekky buss my ting
I get money, yeah, you know that,
and fly, yeah, you know my ting
And these niggas wanna hate on the
Fuck 'em, wasn't with us in the first place

Big and Mr Bu Bu Bang
Think you can run up on I bet you wouldn't, fam
like whole leap of man that's got that Buju Ban'
Switch put it on man, I want that footage, man
Bitch like Polly and Pam, they got their pissy
Bitch, palm of my hand, I've got that pussy
Bitch wan' call up her man, I give pussy thanks
little party for man, I've got that pussy amped
Ooh, MAC shots to the spots
Yeah, I went cash flops to the jackpot
I went dat block to the Ascot
They call me Rap Dan, I'm the
I put the blap blap in the
Then put the in the stash spot
what the cat dragged, what the cat got
We're that crack in the crackpot
All of the noise that niggas see
Call us them boys, a nigga D
And it seems
Our street boppy as shit, and I'm already
Big whip, pop in the clip, I'm in the
Bait shit, boppity bip, I get 'em cheap
Fakes wanna copy my shit and they the chief
eating everyone's food, I've got the copper teeth

What's all the ting?
Niggas know my style, I'm a boss in ting
Get your facts right, act right, act like
Big never buss my ting
I get money, yeah, you that, king
and fly, yeah, you know my ting
And these wanna hate on the ting
Fuck 'em, they with us in the first place