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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 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

Catch me on the road, that dough
That's my next brick when I move that O
the best whips, rock the best clothes
Watch me bag a bad bitch, take her to my next
[?] a bit of
Cut trees and I shovel up snow
Ain't say much, most these niggas know
If I make the call, everyting's a go, go, go
Cuh I used to be a
little nigga, dem chicks drew abuse to
Shit that I've been through would send a cuckoo
All that bad luck, Mum it on voodoo
Now 2 2, man had to move two
bags, one scale and two Qs
Me and F hit the strip like some dudes
The strip, darg, show you how to move food
Now it's big whips and
Tag a chick [?] weather
Everyone's a G, everybody thinks clever
We give a fuck, ain't expecting any better
Brandy on the rocks, brandy on the
Nigga, watch 'em how talking 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 ting?
Niggas know my style, I'm a boss in ting
Get facts right, act right, don't act like
Big Fekky buss my ting
I get money, yeah, you know that,
and fly, yeah, you know my ting
And these niggas hate on the ting
Fuck 'em, wasn't with us in the first place

Big Hollowman and Mr Bu Bu
you can run up on man? I bet you wouldn't, fam
Pitched like whole of man that's got that Buju Ban'
Switch like put it on man, I that footage, man
like Polly and Pam, they got their pissy pants
Bitch, palm of my hand, I've got that stamped
Bitch wan' call up her man, I give that thanks
Quick little party for man, I've got that amped
Ooh, MAC to the crack spots
Yeah, I from cash flops to the jackpot
I went from dat to the Ascot
They me Rap Dan, I'm the mascot
I put the blap blap in the
Then put the in the stash spot
Look what the cat dragged, the cat got
We're that crack in the crackpot
All of the that niggas 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 cheap
Fakes copy my shit and they forgot the chief
Man's eating everyone's food, I've got the teeth

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,
and fly, yeah, you know my ting
And these niggas hate on the ting
Fuck 'em, they with us in the first place