Section Boyz - Mad Man Ting | Текст песни

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[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 nigga 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 nigga, 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
Fuck 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

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