Section Boyz - Mad Man Ting lyrics

[Verse 1: Deepee Section] (Boom). Bang bang, bring it I make cash grabs and do digits It's bad man but who is it? Man'll grab man and get wicked Well you wrap grams, is it? They're tryna grab man for a ticket I do (skr skr) the car skidding I move (brrrrrrr) I like pigeons My dudes bag grams for a living You got am am in the kitchen Or a couch, your ounces just chilling Man are bout and bout it, no limit Man found your house cause you're slipping Found your spouse cause you're tripping She round and round on my insta Found me out and start clicking [Verse 2: Littlez] Good girl going on bad She know that we wicked and bad Clip full, little n***a don't lack Long stick, no cricket and bat Pull up on him let the ting brap brap Bad man we're no inna no chat Smoke kush man's on a jet pack Teef girl then send her right back Fall back, little n***a, relax In my Nike airs, walk with the max Peng tings stretching in the flat Big back could you fling it right back Hard raps in the pave, in the trap If the food's wack, bring it right back In the studio whipping that crack Mad ting, Section in the trap [Bridge: Swift] Mad man ting A bad man ting Teef that girl A sad man ting She mashed and dash She actin' like him Bro got the strap Is it a brap brap ting? [Hook: Swift Section] Brap brap ting Brap brap ting Teef that girl Sad man ting Brap brap ting Brap brap ting Teef that girl Sad man ting [Verse 3: Sleeks Section] Cash and bling Weed, packs and drinks Gyal came to the flat She give me hat and things Mans on a brap brap ting Bang, slap that grin Putting point five in the Rizla Mans on a back strap ting Do road with the bros Get a six or a cab man ting Fresh or a mad man ting f** man's girl on a sad man ting Tracksuit, trap rap Bag grams, then the cash came in Young G's still grabbing mans tings I skid off on a mad man ting [Verse 4: Inch Section ] Ay she wicked and bad Manna well wan' teef her Hi Gina, Tina Manna well wan' see her You see Bria? Me with a ruler with a meter Man are bad people, how you mean man geezer Rub down gyal while I blast out the speaker If I touch Demi, I can rub down Trina Sad man ting, mad man ting Hey yo rise like Katrina It's a shell down ting Ay, bad people Step on straight on a chubby man ting Bro I could swing round the vehicle [Verse 5: Knine Section] Mad man (mad man) Don't gas man I'm tryna stack up all these mad racks Rudeboy, I just par man Everyday tree life like I'm Tarzan Smoking Cali gas I'm in London Gyal with the back make it jump man Little man up and down like a running back Run it up, I'm tryna run it back Phone ringing, trapping out the flats Young boys, they some minions Why you sneak dissing, every minute Pump toys and some Smith'Ns Hit you up and leave you twisted Section, we on a mission Pack came wrapped like it's Christmas [Hook: Swift Section] Brap brap ting Brap brap ting Teef that girl A sad man ting Brap brap ting Brap brap ting Teef that girl A sad man ting