Act Out
Geeked up, vibed out, my head down
Why the fuck you watching me
These niggas fanned out
I can't fuck wit niggas, they all got they hand out
Boujee bitches all on me, yo hoes got hella miles
Nigga
You bet not act out
I been on like hella drugs, I fuck round blackout
Plenty times inside the mall, I pulled my stash out
Know I get to poppin my shit, these niggas mad now
Bitch I'm walking through
Ain't no fucking hiding
I might flash designer
Plus my bitch the finest
Want my diamonds shining
Pick em out, I need the brightest
Want my wrist on Mayweather
All my diamonds fucking fighting
Make my cash flip
Fuck round make it do back flips, huh
Yo ex bad business
That nigga sleep on mattresses
I keep rollin up Backwoods
This shit got my chest tight
She said she like cruising round
She gone ride round all night
Geeked up, vibed out, my head down
Why the fuck you watching me
These niggas fanned out
I can't fuck wit niggas, they all got they hand out
Boujee bitches all on me, yo hoes got hella miles
Nigga
You bet not act out
I been on like hella drugs, I fuck round blackout
Plenty times inside the mall, I pulled my stash out
Know I get to poppin my shit, these niggas mad now
Why the fuck you watching me
These niggas fanned out
I can't fuck wit niggas, they all got they hand out
Boujee bitches all on me, yo hoes got hella miles
Nigga
You bet not act out
I been on like hella drugs, I fuck round blackout
Plenty times inside the mall, I pulled my stash out
Know I get to poppin my shit, these niggas mad now
Bitch I'm walking through
Ain't no fucking hiding
I might flash designer
Plus my bitch the finest
Want my diamonds shining
Pick em out, I need the brightest
Want my wrist on Mayweather
All my diamonds fucking fighting
Make my cash flip
Fuck round make it do back flips, huh
Yo ex bad business
That nigga sleep on mattresses
I keep rollin up Backwoods
This shit got my chest tight
She said she like cruising round
She gone ride round all night
Geeked up, vibed out, my head down
Why the fuck you watching me
These niggas fanned out
I can't fuck wit niggas, they all got they hand out
Boujee bitches all on me, yo hoes got hella miles
Nigga
You bet not act out
I been on like hella drugs, I fuck round blackout
Plenty times inside the mall, I pulled my stash out
Know I get to poppin my shit, these niggas mad now
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Writer(s): Rashad Bennett
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