Act Right
Pussy ass nigga can't
Act right act right
Ima hit his ass wit dat
Act right act right
Ima real nigga I cant
Act nice act nice
You playin' with your life if dat
Bag light bag light
Pussy ass nigga can't
Act right act right
Ima hit his ass wit dat
Act right act right
Ima real nigga I cant
Act nice act nice
You playin' with your life if dat
Bag light bag light
I been flippin' pounds
Dodgin' bright lights
Mama said hard headed boy
Live your life right
I been unemployed
But my stacks right
If I fuck a bitch
Pussy ass tight
(Ooo)
An' das so right
If its fight night
I could hit a nigga wit dat
Right, left, right, right
(Ba! ba!, Ba! Ba!)
Have em seein' stars
No skyline
Ima young trippy nigga
In some tie-dye
Fake trippy bitch
Talkin' star signs
(What?)
Thats the stupid shit
I don't abide by
Ima just hit it and say
Bye bye
Bye bye!
Fake trippy bitch talkin'
Star signs, star signs
Thats the stupid shit I dont
Abide by, 'bide by
Ima just hit it and say
Bye bye, bye bye
Bye! bye!
Flippin' deez pounds
Gimme da crown
I want it now
Ya
I want her now
Not in a gown
How does it sound
Ya
Niggas is clowns
Nose hella round
Makin' dem sounds
Ya
I made it out I ran da route
You on da couch now
I win bout gimme da belt
I hear da crowd loud
A nigga so clean, a nigga so clean,
Throw me the towel now
My pack is so strong, pack is so strong
Its makin' a sound now
Dey come around, dey come around,
Cause of da loud out!
Always smoke inside my crib
Only green no fuckin' cigs
Ocean breeze her pussy sneeze
Can't hit it if it smell like sea
Niggas wana climb the tree but
Never there to water seeds
I don't wana cause a scene
If you disrespectin me
It's why you quiet whats up wit me?
You bouta see a nigga bleed
Sippin' forties to my symphonies
Real niggas gon' fuck wit me
When I'm mad don't comfort me
I swear dat shit just fuck wit me
Bad bitches want a nut from me
I swear da baby ain't come from me
Pussy ass nigga can't
Act right act right
Ima hit his ass wit dat
Act right act right
Ima real nigga I cant
Act nice act nice
You playin' with your life if dat
Bag light bag light
(Ya!)
(Na!)
(Ya!)
(Ya!)
Act right act right
Ima hit his ass wit dat
Act right act right
Ima real nigga I cant
Act nice act nice
You playin' with your life if dat
Bag light bag light
Pussy ass nigga can't
Act right act right
Ima hit his ass wit dat
Act right act right
Ima real nigga I cant
Act nice act nice
You playin' with your life if dat
Bag light bag light
I been flippin' pounds
Dodgin' bright lights
Mama said hard headed boy
Live your life right
I been unemployed
But my stacks right
If I fuck a bitch
Pussy ass tight
(Ooo)
An' das so right
If its fight night
I could hit a nigga wit dat
Right, left, right, right
(Ba! ba!, Ba! Ba!)
Have em seein' stars
No skyline
Ima young trippy nigga
In some tie-dye
Fake trippy bitch
Talkin' star signs
(What?)
Thats the stupid shit
I don't abide by
Ima just hit it and say
Bye bye
Bye bye!
Fake trippy bitch talkin'
Star signs, star signs
Thats the stupid shit I dont
Abide by, 'bide by
Ima just hit it and say
Bye bye, bye bye
Bye! bye!
Flippin' deez pounds
Gimme da crown
I want it now
Ya
I want her now
Not in a gown
How does it sound
Ya
Niggas is clowns
Nose hella round
Makin' dem sounds
Ya
I made it out I ran da route
You on da couch now
I win bout gimme da belt
I hear da crowd loud
A nigga so clean, a nigga so clean,
Throw me the towel now
My pack is so strong, pack is so strong
Its makin' a sound now
Dey come around, dey come around,
Cause of da loud out!
Always smoke inside my crib
Only green no fuckin' cigs
Ocean breeze her pussy sneeze
Can't hit it if it smell like sea
Niggas wana climb the tree but
Never there to water seeds
I don't wana cause a scene
If you disrespectin me
It's why you quiet whats up wit me?
You bouta see a nigga bleed
Sippin' forties to my symphonies
Real niggas gon' fuck wit me
When I'm mad don't comfort me
I swear dat shit just fuck wit me
Bad bitches want a nut from me
I swear da baby ain't come from me
Pussy ass nigga can't
Act right act right
Ima hit his ass wit dat
Act right act right
Ima real nigga I cant
Act nice act nice
You playin' with your life if dat
Bag light bag light
(Ya!)
(Na!)
(Ya!)
(Ya!)
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Writer(s): Miles Mcleod
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