Acting Different

She been working on the pole, tryna keep it on the low
She don't wanna be a hoe, but she making hella dough
Shawty got a man back home flipping dope
Feds knocking on the door, shawty hit the road

30 days sober, Molly telling me I'm distant
All this guala on me, bitches started acting different
She got a man, but lil shawty 'boutta risk it
I'm with the gang so she brought a couple bitches

Fuck a bitch and hit a lick on her brother
Then go fuck his momma, I'm a real motherfucker
Gotta tell that bitch that I don't love her
"Indo what you mean?" I'm like "Bitch, did I stutter?"
Pull up to his crib and I air it out
Smoking out the whip, we don't air it out
He like "Boy you must be flipping all 'them drugs you got"
Bro you sound like the cops, fuck you talking 'bout
I cop a lot 'cuz I pop a lot
And they pay me to talk so I talk a lot
Whoa, say she love the dough, I don't know
If she talking 'bout my pockets or my bro
She my biggest fan
Yeah she blow me good
Say she got a man, and he know how to juug
Bet he wish he could
Yeah I wish he would
I just hit my shooter up, he smoke 'em like a 'Wood

Now he in his feels talking 'bout catching me lacking
Pull up to his crib just to tell him that he capping
Left him with his hoe 'cuz the gang already smashed it
My money on gymnastics, these bitches doing backflips

Yeah I be on my outta state shit
It's too bad, we can't fuck 'cuz she too basic
If she bad, I might make her my new main bitch
Smoking 'Woods, I don't pass that shit, I face it
Damn I think I might be too wasted
It't too bad, still won't fuck 'cuz she too basic
Too much chains, had to cop me a new bracelet
All these jits, they be copying and pasting
Your shawty with the gang
But you already heard
You don't like my songs
Your bitch know every word
Got my money long like Lil Uzi Vert
Now you just hit my phone saying you need a verse
I keep the team on my mind like a snapback
She show me ass and then I block her on the Snapchat
Johnny hit the gas, go so fast it gave me whiplash
They talking trash, I ain't worried about the chit-chat

30 days sober, Molly telling me I'm distant
All this guala on me, bitches started acting different
She got a man, but lil shawty 'boutta risk it
I'm with the gang so she brought a couple bitches
Now he in his feels talking 'bout catching me lacking
Pull up to his crib just to tell him that he capping
Left him with his hoe 'cuz the gang already smashed it
My money on gymnastics, these bitches doing backflips



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Writer(s): Mason Sullivan
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