Fekky - Mad Ting, Sad Ting lyrics

[Intro: Fekky] 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 [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 [Chorus: Fekky] It's a madting, sadting It's a madting, sadting It's a madting, sadting It's a madting, sadting [Verse 2: Swift] 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** your gyal bare, no policing Rob a brick then I take a sh**, man I take the piss Now to him, 'cause I like his chick, better light a spliff [Verse 2: Sleeks] 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 sh** Now we shutting down shows, gyal give me hat quick [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 3: Inch] 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 [Verse 3: Deepee] 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 n***as 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 [Verse 3: Littlez] 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 [Verse 3: Knine] 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 bout, man's just acting Bare foreign jawns around, man's attracting Pull them Beamers out, that means it's carnage Section [Chorus: Fekky] It's a madting, sadting It's a madting, sadting It's a madting, sadting It's a madting, sadting