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(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