J Hus - Mad Ting, Sad Ting Remix (ft. MoStack, Abra Cadabra, Young Spray, Ms Banks, Stefflon Don & J Hus) lyrics

[Intro: Fekky] They don't want no smoke, 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 rattin' And them n***as in the rap ting, are acting Ay cuz it's a madting, sadting I walk up in the dance dawg, with mad bling And we ain't inna scuffing or fighting It'll be straight thunder and lightning Catch me with 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: Mostack] Dally OK I'm coolin' with my squad, that's squadin' Your bum ain't gettin big, babygirl stop squatting Came with thirty n***as aw yeah that's mobbin' I just k**ed that p**y then I skrrt like Scottish Some gyal takin pictures I photobomb My b**boo she's dis l say it's Photoshop Can't take b**boo on a date because them n***as that hate me And I don't wanna show my hood side to a lady Dash my Nando's in a pagans face if they catch me eating Let my bed bugs bite if they catch me sleeping She saw a Insta DM and she saying that she leaving (how) Baby you can't leave cah you never caught me cheating She's as bad as as mad is, she's in the crib with g**ners She like to bang us and bang us she like to s** on bananas Might roll in bandanas, I let off 2 or 3 scrammers Them n***as climbing them ladders Thought you were bad what happened Bruh it's a mad ting... [Verse 3: Abra Cadabra] Still up on the block, still up on the block Said goodbye now for anyone that beat an opp f** one on ones, we don't do that Kush where the broom at, you gonna need a new hat I see these n***as floss when they hop out Car with the top down, oh they looking icy When they hop out, I just creep up in the beamer with the gloc out p**y wah ya feel like, watch your soul drop out [Verse 4: Young Spray] Grumpy leave man feets looking lumpy Hit with the pumpy, man down humpty dumpty It's my time are you dumb g, I can get you shot for like one g I'll just come on your ends with a young g, tell what you want g This ain't what you want g, you can bring two man I will bun tree Then just bill up a one tree Man will shot your tings dem on Gumtree I will shots fly, two days later cause I'm right in Dubai [?], one gunshot in the eye [Verse 5: Ms Banks] Yeah b**h its mad ting sad ting Anytime I walk away dawg, glad ting Cause I out here whippin' real work ain't a flat ting In Jamaican with the real don, we ain't acting n***a, tell me who really with you ain't with the sh**s Life a movie and getting it, me, [?] and [?] Eating good like a fat b**h, tactics Cook clean and look good, thats a hat-trick [Verse 6: Stefflon Don] Rolling on the strip, bags on my hip n***as looking at me up and down hella stiff Five minus four, get to know who you f**ing with Ain't talking about no producer when I say there's forty on my wrist Big piff from the E5th Pretty chick with the blue wig and she slim tit Titty big with a blue tick, thought you knew this Getting way more money than them n***as that been trappin' since 06 [Chorus: Fekky] It's a madting, sadting It's a madting, sadting It's a madting, sadting It's a madting, sadting [Verse 7: J Hus] Ay yo, don't phone my line I'm f**boy avoiding The bonsam need oiling, my bobo need spoiling Cute and caramel, when I bun she no like the smell Inhale then exhale, blew up off a magic spell Momma do [?], I'm parro, two uckers parallel In the big puffa looking XXL Looking like an astronaut, looking like bare money But I'm not one to talk, don't know what the mandem thought It's a mad ting when I bring the goons dem out See the big ting that will make you shut up your mouth Flexing on a next ting, your girl keeps texting Sees annoying she want me and not my bredrin Wanting wanting, you know I'm getting getting Flexing your face because I'm petty petty The hitman done something dirty dirty Running from the boys with the walkie talkies [Chorus: Fekky] It's a madting, sadting It's a madting, sadting It's a madting, sadting It's a madting, sadting (Bubububbang)