(Intro)
Fekky:)
They don't want no smoke, They don't want no smoke
They don't want no smoke. Let me show them how to make a banger, say they do it like me? You're a bloody liar
[Chorus: Fekky]
It's a madting, sadting
My brudda it's a madting, sadting
It's a madting, sadting
My brudda it's a madting, sadting
[Verse 1: Fekky]
Madting, sadting
Can't mix up the road ting and rap ting
'Cause them n***as on the road darg, are ratting
And them n***as in the rap ting, are acting
Ay cuz it's a madting, sadting
I walk up in the dance darg, with mad bling
And we ain't inna scuffing or fighting
It be straight thunder and lightning
Catch 'em in my black ting, my white ting
With my shirt shoes, the right ting
Tell them n***as "low me, I'm flexing"
I ain't in the Porsche cuz I'm in a next ting
[Verse 2: Mostack]
I'm calling with my squad, that's squatting