Gossip Lyrics - Fekky

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 

Fuck '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 bitch, take her to my next show 

Mama said don't mind country, said 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, everyting's a go, go, go 

Cuh I used to be a used-to 

That little nigga, dem chicks drew abuse to 

Shit that I've been through would send a nigga 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 to feel different weather 

Everyone's a G, everybody thinks they're clever 

We don't give a fuck, ain't expecting any better 

Brandy on the rocks, brandy on the rocks 

Nigga, 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 fuckboys 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 

Fuck '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 

Bitch like Polly and Pam, they got their pissy pants 

Bitch, palm of my hand, I've got that pussy stamped 

Bitch wan' call up her man, I give that pussy thanks 

Quick little party for man, I've got that pussy 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 nigga heavy D 

And it already seems 

Our street boppy as shit, and I'm already beans 

Big whip, pop in the clip, I'm in the seven-seat 

Bait shit, boppity bip, I get 'em proper cheap 

Fakes wanna copy my shit and they forgot the chief 

Man's eating everyone's food, I've got the copper teeth