Act

Lyrics

[Chorus] Act, why would you do that? Creep  through these streets Yellow  Jeep wit' two seats Servin' on the block, yeah, you don't do that I'ma make it trap, yeah, you knew that Can't  even fuck wit' your money, be stupid Goin'  back and forth, yeah, we can't do that Runnin' to the bag just like a track meet Put  him on my plate, nigga, eat Smokin' on Cookie, don't like OG Goin' 300, bet you're not my speed Got a fake card like No I.D Trigger  finger up, why they like me? Copy and paste but I gotta delete [Verse] Everybody like it, yeah, everybody buy it This shit like a sample so everybody try it I swear I'm too geeked, you ain't know I'm on the island Come see 'bout me, yeah, I swear, I ain't hidin' Yeah, I need cash, nigga, know I'm gon' slide These niggas some hoes, I don't know why they act The beat fire, got it from Act And I'm on fire, gotta stay on track Only see shade so my fit all black Bad lil' bitch, she still talk back I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma still count racks Can't play wit' you, got to thumb through the sack Just like Mayo got plays comin' back [Chorus] Act, why would you do that? Creep through these streets Yellow Jeep wit' two seats Servin' on the block, yeah, you don't do that I'ma make it trap, yeah, you knew that Can't even fuck wit' your money, be stupid Goin' back and forth, yeah, we can't do that Runnin' to the bag just like a track meet Put him on my plate, nigga, eat Smokin' on Cookie, don't like OG Goin' 300, bet you're not my speed Got a fake card like No I.D Trigger finger up, why they like me? Copy and paste but I gotta delete