Actin' Up

Said I'm up on TV now
I'm the motherfuckin' boss
Ain't believe me now
To the motherfuckin' top
40 on my wrist
Diamonds all over my clock
Took my shot and swished
Fuck it, it's my time to pop, aye
Look, we are not those type of people
Losing touch of what's illegal
Been at my spot for way too long
Let's fly out, call your people
Let's go out and blow some strong
Been on the road, nobody know my name though, that's okay
I'm just soaking in the life I made, yo, getting paid
Do the math, ain't throwing shade
So much cash that I done made
This the path I'm supposed to take, I thank the Lord 'bout every day
Blessings are stacking up
Bitch I stay acting up
She got an ass and she back it up
Hit it, ain't wrapping up
She say she had enough
Pussy so good, I might bag it up
I'm up to no good
Sliding downtown like a ghost would
She gobble the whole wood
Swallow that nut like a hoe should
Bitch I been gone, but I'm back in again
I been touring the country and filming for shows
So I'm back in the studio, pad and a pen
I been holding so long to these bastardly flows
Gotta get em out, gotta get em out my head
So I'm waking up, light another blunt up in my bed
Get this money up, write another song, I'm getting bread
If a pussy wanna talk, I'll fill his body up with lead, aye

Go fill his body up with lead, aye
Go fill his body up, his body up with lead, aye
Go fill his body up, his body up with lead, aye
Yeah, go fill his body up, his body up with lead, aye

If he say something that's a dumb move
Can't hang around us, we don't hang around dumb dudes
Been 'bout it, I been wildin'
New style, but I been styling
My checks been fat, I been ballin'
Chase racks, catch commas, don dada, shit starter
Big 5.56, that bitch auto
Guard my guap like Tony Montana
Still money ain't a thing, been a breadwinner
Might blow a hunnid on a chain, turn my neck to a wet winter
Get silly with the gang, up tec's put lead in him
Put a hole through a brain, won't play, not letting them
Not worried bout the price I spent
Boy I got cash like I work for mint
Got Louis on the belt with the diamonds in it
Might blow a whole half a mil on one whip
And go get wreckless with it
Straight off the lot, start to testin' shit
Fuck it do the dash, might wreck the bitch
And the bitch real bad that I'm messing with
She send pics of her ass in the messages
Tryna strip me down, undressing shit
She wanna get dicked down by the best at this
I ain't finna trip now, just bless the bitch
I get so high, so high
Can't stop me, no I don't die like Deadpool
And I'm too fly, too fly
Can't knock me down, I got wings, no Red Bull
Pussy boys stay knocking my hustle
Cock block, but the hoes still poppin' my bubble
Real as fuck, no poser
Big rocks on the watch like boulders
I like to smoke and count my paper up
I get top from IG models, make 'em pay for lunch
I don't want no boo, just blue's
Heart been broke, bitch I can't trust you
Top down wit a muh' fuckin' big boom
Buss down, Rollie froze like igloo
I just be coolin', laid out
See how the situation play out
Whole gang in coupes on the way now
Back then, we was all waiting on a payout
Stay clique'd like a group assignment
And the hoes all trip when the VVS shining
She gon suck my dick just to be around me
And it's all about the cheddar, homie
Keep on grinding
Gotta keep on grinding



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Writer(s): Gavin Simon
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