Yeah they don't want no smoke they don't want no smoke
Yeah they don't want no smoke they don't want no smoke
Yeah let me show 'em how to make a banger
Say they do it like me
You're a bloody liar
It's a madting sadting
My brudda it's a madting sadting
It's a madting sadting
My brudda it's a madting sadting
Madting sadting
Can't mix up the road ting and rap ting
'Cause them niggas on the road darg are ratting
And them niggas 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 niggas low me I'm flexing
I ain't in the Porsche cuz I'm in a next ting next ting
It's a madting sadting
It's a madting sadting
It's a madting sadting
It's a madting sadting
Trap ting packaging
Sellotape in this wrap ting these man will sing
Extra lips on the strap yeah won't hear a thing
Bada bing in the trap yeah tell 'em bank the things
Mana still doing map bare me and B Wiz
F**k your gyal bare no policing
Rob a brick then I take a shit man I take the piss
Now to him 'cause I like his chick better light a spliff
Man bag with a hand ting sadting
Bu bu bang no adlib make your hat flip
Steak and rice for Patrick madting
Link your gyallie from the instagram and she's a catfish
Take it back to the trap ting dirty mattress
When the door knocks hoping that it ain't the damn pigs
Black mask in the transit doing bad shit
Now we shutting down shows gyal give me hat quick
It's a madting sadting
My brudda it's a madting sadting
It's a madting sadting
My brudda it's a madting sadting
Ayo this ting here madder than mad
Anything mi dash weh nah come back
Man my ex wan press but I'm done with that
Likkle man dun with the gun man chat
Anywhere I can go and shell it
You see dem style dere darg dem just can't tek it
They're like look pon di p***y dem how dem mek it
Ah hard work for di whole ah mi possessions
Shotguns handtings
He was talking hot but that relapsed him
Mana get a cheque cut or rubber band ting
Bussin out the TP's bussin out my banking
Niggas know in this rap ting man are champions
Man ain't with the clash ting bu bu brap ting
Go on girl fanny flap drip 'cause my accent
You just started tryna trap now man was trapped in
Young bruddas on the back road tryna slam things
Your gyallie she's a bad ting get the bu bu bang
Man cry when the strap sings that's a sadting
Big Fekky and the Section yeah that's a madting
You see me flexing with my bredrins on a gang ting
Trap wrap I get the cheques in do the damn thing
Big smile on the skeng ting spin a man's grin
Peng gyal up in the hotel she's doing bad things
Slag ting madting
Money in the mattress stacking
Tryna hit a madting with the mandem
You know it's Shelly Ann anywhere that man is
Smoking on this Cali weed I'm still in London
What's everybody talking about man's just acting
Bare foreign jawns around man's attracting
Pull them Beamers out that means it's carnage
Section
It's a madting sadting
It's a madting sadting
It's a madting sadting
It's a madting sadting
