Act Bad

Lyrics

[Intro] (The beat Prod Pink, the cup purple, shit the pills pink too, haha) (Ha, yeah, yeah) Hey, know she want the money, I give her the money I give her the hunnid, bankroll steady thumbin' [Chorus] Know it's cold outside, we fuckin' up the summer Is you finna ride if we get into somethin'? Tryin' deep inside yo mind to figure out You can call my line, you ever needin' somethin' Just make it through, you know the weekend comin' Why do it feel like we always into somethin'? Sorry baby, you can't fix me I've been swervin', it's a six-speed Bluе hundreds, RIP Nipsey I don't think lil' shawty get mе I don't think lil' shawty get me (Woo, hey) Tat's on my fuckin' arm, it made my wrist bleed (Yeah, c'mon) [Verse] Yeah, [?] Geek up with me, I'm blowin' loud High as a ceiling, look at me now Piss on her face, look at her smile I fuck the baddest bitches all around Keep that .9 on me, case a nigga talkin' down I ain't touchin' that money, finna let it pile I'm in Houston, I'm rockin' mink, ain't talkin' Yao Brand-new artillery, I'm tryna test them out Bitch tryna pull up on me, get turned right around, around I-I got a friend over, I asked her to out Now that bitch turnin' back before I'm touchin' down Grew this shit from the ground with no restrictions I took a trip out in London, I'm back in the town You see me comin' up fast, I overdone it Hop in that Wraith, do 200, then I'm signin' out (Real, go) I put Chanel on that bitch, I know she lovin' the way it fit on her body, built her body too She know better than to bother me when I'm countin' up, 'cause it gon' fuck up my mood [?], USD, out in Canada, I got money, red and blue She know better than to come by me when I'm flexin' up, it's gon' make her wanna choose My niggas flexin' for sure I might buy her a bag, a purse M-m-my niggas strikin', they schemin' (Ha) I-I-I know I'm strikin' their nerves She like, "What flavor that is?", I told her, "Lil' bitch, this is Marni fur" I'm in LA, like a Laker, I'm linkin' with twin, then we geeked like nerds Nigga I'm sick like a nurse, they want me six feet in a hearse Told the lil' bitch, "Go to church" S-she on her knees, bih', go to church I'm tryna pull up in fashion, so I'm workin' for what I deserve (Huh) I put that lil' bitch in fashion, that bitch said that I made it worse (Yeah, turn up, turn up) [Chorus] K-k-know it's cold outside, we fuckin' up the summer Is you finna ride if we get into somethin'? (The beat Prod Pink, the cup purple, shit the pills pink too, haha) Tryin' deep inside yo mind to figure out You can call my line, you ever needin' somethin' Just make it through, you know the weekend comin' Why do it feel like we always into somethin'? Sorry baby, you can't fix me I've been swervin', it's a six-speed Blue hundreds, RIP Nipsey I don't think lil' shawty get me I don't think lil' shawty get me (Woo, hey) Tat's on my fuckin' arm, it made my wrist bleed (Tat's on my fuckin' arm, it made my wrist bleed) [Outro] Sorry baby, you can't fix me I get some hunnids to fix me Blue hundreds, RIP Nipsey I don't think lil' shawty get me I don't think lil' shawty get me (Hey) T-t-tat's on my fuckin' arm, it made my wrist bleed