What's all the gossiping ting?
n***as know my style, I'm a boss in this ting
Get your facts right, act right, don't act like
Big Fekky never buss my ting
I get money, yeah, you know that, king
Flashy and fly, yeah, you know my ting
And these n***as wanna hate on the ting
f** 'em, they wasn't with us in the first place Catch me on the road, getting that dough
That's my next brick when I move that next O
Drive the best whips, rock the best clothes
Watch me bag a bad b**h, take her to my next show
Mama said don't mind country, said a bit of both
Cut down trees and I shovel up snow
Ain't gotta say much, most these n***as know
If I make the phone call, everyting's a go, go, go
Cuh I used to be a used-to
That little n***a, dem chicks drew abuse to
sh** that I've been through would send a n***a cuckoo
All that bad luck, Mum blamed it on voodoo
Now 2 2, man had to move two food
Couple bags, one scale and two Qs
Me and F hit the strip like some cool dudes
The strip, darg, I'll show you how to move food
Now it's big whips and leather
Tag a quick chick just to feel different weather
Everyone's a G, everybody thinks they're clever
We don't give a f**, ain't expecting any better
Brandy on the rocks, brandy on the rocks
n***a, watch 'em how you're talking to a boss
I can take a hit, I can take a loss
But I can't take these f**boys acting like they're us What's all the gossiping ting?
n***as know my style, I'm a boss in this ting
Get your facts right, act right, don't act like
Big Fekky never buss my ting
I get money, yeah, you know that, king
Flashy and fly, yeah, you know my ting
And these n***as wanna hate on the ting
f** 'em, they wasn't with us in the first place Big Hollowman and Mr Bu Bu Bang
Think you can run up on man? I bet you wouldn't, fam
Pitched like whole leap of man that's got that Buju Ban'
Switch like put it on man, I want that footage, man
b**h like Polly and Pam, they got their pissy pants
b**h, palm of my hand, I've got that p**y stamped
b**h wan' call up her man, I give that p**y thanks
Quick little party for man, I've got that p**y amped
Ooh, MAC shots to the crack spots
Yeah, I went from cash flops to the jackpot
I went from dat block to the Ascot
They call me Rap Dan, I'm the mascot
I put the blap blap in the rucksack
Then put the rucksack in the stash spot
Look what the cat dragged, what the cat got
We're cooking that crack in the crackpot
All of the noise that n***as never see
Call us them boys, a n***a heavy D
And it already seems
Our street boppy as sh**, and I'm already beans
Big whip, pop in the clip, I'm in the seven-seat
Bait sh**, boppity bip, I get 'em proper cheap
Fakes wanna copy my sh** and they forgot the chief
Man's eating everyone's food, I've got the copper teeth