Gossip (Explicit)

Gossip (Explicit) - Fekky/Giggs

Written by：Simeon Ogundipe/Jason Thompson

What's all the gossiping ting

Niggas 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 niggas wanna hate on the ting

F**k '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**ch take her to my next show

Move to my country sit a bit of both

Cut down trees and I shovel up snow

Ain't gotta say much most these niggas know

If I make the phone call

Everything's a go go go

Cuh I used to be a used-to

That little ni**a dem chicks drew abuse to

Sh*t that I've been through would send a ni**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 afraid of if you weather

Everyone's a G everybody thinks they're clever

We don't give a f**k ain't expecting any better

Brandy on the rocks brandy on the rocks

Ni**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**kboys acting like they're us

What's all the gossiping ting

Niggas 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 niggas wanna hate on the ting

F**k '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**ch like Polly and Pam

They got their pissy pants

B**ch palm of my hand

I've got that p**sy stamped

B**ch wan' call up her man

I give that p**sy thanks

Quick little party for man

I've got that p**sy 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 niggas never see

Call us them boys a ni**a heavy D

And it already seems

Our street boppy as sh*t

And I'm already beans

Big whip pop in the clip

I'm in the seven-seat

Bait sh*t boppity bip

I get 'em proper cheap

Fakes wanna copy my sh*t and they forgot the chief

Man's eating everyone's food

I've got the copper teeth

What's all the gossiping ting

Niggas 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 niggas wanna hate on the ting

F**k 'em they wasn't with us in the first place

They wasn't with us in the first place

Yeah