Giggs - Gossip lyrics

[Hook: Fekky] 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 [Verse 1: Fekky] 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 [?] 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 [?] 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 [Hook: Fekky] 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 [Verse 2: Giggs] 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 [Hook: Fekky] 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