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

Catch me on the road, that dough
That's my next brick when I that next O
Drive the whips, rock the best clothes
Watch me bag a bad bitch, take her to my next
[?] a bit of
Cut down trees and I 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 drew to
Shit that I've been through would send a cuckoo
All bad luck, Mum blamed it on voodoo
Now 2 2, man had to two food
Couple bags, one and two Qs
Me and F hit the strip like some cool
The strip, darg, I'll you how to move food
Now it's big whips and
Tag a quick [?] weather
a G, everybody thinks they're clever
We don't give a fuck, expecting any better
on the rocks, brandy on the rocks
Nigga, watch 'em how you're to a boss
I can take a hit, I can take a
But I can't take fuckboys acting like they're us

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

Big Hollowman and Mr Bu Bu
Think you can run up on I bet you wouldn't, fam
Pitched like leap of man that's got that Buju Ban'
like put it on man, I want that footage, man
Bitch like Polly and Pam, they got pissy pants
Bitch, of my hand, I've got that pussy stamped
Bitch wan' up her man, I give that pussy thanks
Quick party for man, I've got that pussy amped
Ooh, MAC shots to the crack
Yeah, I went from flops to the jackpot
I went from dat block to the
call me Rap Dan, I'm the mascot
I put the blap blap in the
put the rucksack in the stash spot
Look what the cat dragged, the cat got
We're cooking that crack in the
All of the noise that niggas see
us them boys, a nigga heavy 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 my shit and they forgot the chief
Man's eating food, I've got the copper teeth

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