Don’t Act

Lyrics

[Produced by Metro Boomin'] [Intro] Slinging out a what, nigga, slingshot? You a fraud, you be sucking like a ring pop Stop lying, you ain't even been shot Think not... (Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga!) [Bridge] Claim to pack heat but you ain't strappin' Claim to carry clips but you ain't clappin Claim to roll with sets like 60s and Piru And smuggle drugs but you don't and now you have no one to lie to [Hook] Real gangstas don't act, cinematography Look like you reading off the script in your discography Tryna find out where my set is, my geography You low quality, you fake niggas bother me [Verse 1] Roll into a hood and a bullet's on the menu I know nerds on the chess team more gangsta than you Claim to roll with heat but you spray with a water gun You couldn't survive in the hood, all your sticks is Harry Potter, son All you do is diss, but you don't bother none You're just a walk in for the DJ, just like Tha Carter 1 Come into my area, you'll get stepped on Cause you don't have a gat and sure as hell no Teflon Even if you tried to roll into the hood and hold your gun sideways You'd prolly get kidnapped and executed by the highway And you wouldn't even get the chance to do it if it was my way Cause you smell like pussy that has to get down on friday The ghettos already difficult with all the drugs You think it's all prayers, puppies and hugs The real thug life in the hood is fucking menacing You ain't no thug rollin' up and drinkin' hennessy But you ain't as hard as you pretend to be Poppin' off slugs, please you ain't no public enemy [Hook] Real gangstas don't act, cinematography Look like you reading off the script in your discography Tryna find out where my set is, my geography You low quality, you fake niggas bother me [Verse 2] You can babble on bout' how you move keys on the street Your aura is heavy with pity and defeat Fuck around and be the victim of a hundred clips You could suck a dick, you ain't fucked a bitch, you ain't Bloods or Crips You can claim to run the street but you can't do acrobatics If you don't know what a Kilo is, you don't know mathematics So don't front and complain and act all dramatic Cause any bitching that you do near me is nothing but static I heard through the grapevine that you're a snitch and a poser Real niggas would chop you up in your own range rover The play's over, stop acting son you need an oscar People would agree that you're not a member so you can't prosper You would sink faster than Kevin Costner in Waterworld Talk shit on the wrong people you'll go and see your daughter killed I slaughter skilled and I don't need to say I sell crack I may be an asshole but I suffer from mal prac- Tice, pull a buckshot, don't be an actress, don't front, just relax and be lavish like Bacchus [Hook] Real gangstas don't act, cinematography Look like you reading off the script in your discography Tryna find out where my set is, my geography You low quality, you fake niggas bother me [Verse 3] You claim to carry flags and roll with a set But you have nothing but a target on your chest 50 said it first son, you ain't no gangsta You need to stop frontin' son, cause you're such a wanksta Don't pretend to be somethin' you know nothin' about gangster cars, gangster guns Your a soft motherfucker hiding in a church, you better thank the nuns Cause you claim to carry colors but you ain't Ice-T You're more like Vanilla, but with less of the Ice, G You ain't realistic you fake, don't try to pretend Most fly colors so they can make ends You have to admit, you have a damn good life You prolly don't even know what a gangsta look like They sling on the streets cause it's all they have, you just actin' tough, boy A hoe ass bitch who wants gangsta bitches, you a fuckboi In the end you talk like a guy in the bathroom You're tough as a teddy and less smart than a Baboon So don't claim to be a crip, don't claim to be a Piru Be yourself or you gonna have to die too [Bridge] Claim to pack heat but you ain't strappin' Claim to carry clips but you ain't clappin Claim to roll with sets like 60s and Piru And smuggle drugs but you don't and now you have no one to lie to [Hook] Real gangstas don't act, cinematography Look like you reading off the script in your discography Tryna find out where my set is, my geography You low quality, you fake niggas bother me