Actin' Up

They wasted my time want my hour back
They banging and claiming they Auerbach
You touch mine I swear I'll get ours back
Just hang it up man find ya towel rack
You talk shit that sound like some bowel rap
Dry as some flour bags
Rolling up sour packs
I got some power packed
Back in my starter cap
Back where it started at yea
Yall got ya two cents
I keep it a buck
Boy been a nuisance
I aint gave a fuck
Tryna press something well make it ya luck
You chicken lil duck
Well chickens get plucked
Served on a platter my dinner with schmucks
Lil chicken lil duck
These pigeons get fucked
Stop all that chatter this chick in the trunk man
Some peace and some quiet no diet just lunch
Peace and some quiet the highest I munch
Packing a punch
Save that for the fruits man
Lacking and dumbing and bumming, caboosin
Deuces to losers confusing what truth is
Deuces vamoosin, lost in the juice and
Aint got no juice man this shits still confusing
Translucent see through them
And now time to move them
Or noose them we through them
Aint plugged in, defuse them like

Im in the back of the back got the fanny pack strapped and I'm ready for action cuh
Im on a track it just snap
Stuck my fangs in this game I attack like I'm Dracula
Fuck with my flip, straight from the hip
You could get hit with my spatula
Stick to the script, always equipped
If money slow down we acting up
Im in the back of the back got the fanny pack strapped and I'm ready for action cuh
Im on a track it just snap
Stuck my fangs in this game I attack like I'm Dracula
Fuck with my flip, straight from the hip
You could get hit with my spatula
Stick to the script, always equipped
If money slow down we acting up



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Writer(s): Peter Mattera
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