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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 Fekky never buss my
I get money, yeah, you know that,
Flashy and fly, yeah, you know my
And niggas wanna hate on the ting
Fuck 'em, they wasn't with us in the first

me on the road, getting that dough
That's my next brick when I move that O
Drive the whips, rock the best clothes
me bag a bad bitch, take her to my next show
[?] a bit of
Cut trees and I shovel up snow
Ain't gotta say much, these niggas know
If I the phone call, everyting's a go, go, go
Cuh I to be a used-to
little nigga, dem chicks drew abuse to
Shit that been through would send a nigga cuckoo
All that bad luck, Mum it on voodoo
Now 2 2, man had to move two
Couple bags, one and two Qs
Me and F hit the strip like some dudes
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, ain't 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 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 never buss my
I get money, yeah, you know that,
Flashy and fly, yeah, you my ting
And these niggas hate on the ting
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'
Switch like put it on man, I that footage, man
Bitch like Polly and Pam, they got their pissy
Bitch, palm of my hand, I've got that pussy
Bitch wan' up her man, I give that pussy thanks
Quick little party for man, I've got pussy amped
Ooh, MAC to the crack spots
Yeah, I from cash flops to the jackpot
I went from dat block to the
call me Rap Dan, I'm the mascot
I put the blap in the rucksack
put the rucksack in the stash spot
Look the cat dragged, what the cat got
We're cooking crack in the crackpot
All of the noise that never see
Call us them boys, a heavy D
And it already
Our boppy as shit, and I'm already beans
Big whip, pop in the clip, I'm in the
Bait shit, boppity bip, I get 'em cheap
Fakes wanna my shit and they forgot the chief
Man's eating everyone's food, I've got the copper

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