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

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

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

Big Hollowman and Mr Bu Bu
Think you can run up on I bet you wouldn't, fam
Pitched like whole leap of man that's got that Ban'
like put it on man, I want that footage, man
Bitch like and Pam, they got their pissy pants
Bitch, palm of my hand, got that pussy stamped
Bitch wan' call up her man, I give that thanks
Quick little party for man, got that pussy amped
Ooh, MAC shots to the crack
Yeah, I went cash flops to the jackpot
I went from dat block to the
They me Rap Dan, I'm the mascot
I put the blap in the rucksack
Then put the rucksack in the stash
what the cat dragged, what the cat got
We're cooking that in the crackpot
All of the noise that never see
Call us them boys, a nigga D
And it already
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 proper
Fakes wanna copy my shit and forgot the chief
Man's eating food, I've got the copper teeth

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