Madting, Sadting Lyrics - Section Boyz

[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 niggas on the road darg, are ratting 

And them niggas 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 niggas "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 

Fuck your gyal bare, no policing 

Rob a brick then I take a shit, 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 shit 

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 pussy 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 

Niggas 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 

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[Chorus: Fekky] 

It's a madting, sadting 

It's a madting, sadting 

It's a madting, sadting 

It's a madting, sadting