"ACT UP" lyrics
(feat. Black Zeus)
Okay, yeah, yeah
Alright, uh-huh
She got that ass and I know what I'ma do with that
I'm blowing gas, see the smoke when I'ma do the dash
I'm popping tags, bitch, I act up when I scoop a bag
And it's a fact, all my pockets stuffed with stupid racks
And she get down, that is where the roof is at
I wear the crown, Prada belts and Gucci bags
She run around, got 'em hollering "Ooh, she bad!"
I bring the hounds, I let 'em loose you, do the math
Lil' shawty know my name, homie, we not the same
If you ain't with us then stay up out my lane (Oh-whoa)
You tryna throw me shade? I'm finna run up a check
You talking 'bout the money? You better come correct
I'm al-I'm always in my bag, I'm boutta come collect
I'm flying first class when I hop up in the jet
I say I want it all and I want nothing less
And I ain't ever running, homie, you are not a threat
Unless we hop up in the hooptie we go straight to the Moon (Yeah, yeah)
Sipping Goosie, bumping Tunechi, yeah, you know what we do (Yeah, yeah)
And I don't mind what level we be taking it to (Oh-oh)
Haters stick to you like leeches, I be shaking 'em loose
Shit, I be making the news, I'm all on (I'm all on)
Pop one, pop two, baby, it's all gone (It's all gone)
And she know I don't need no introduction (Whoa, whoa)
She hit me with seduction, we be fucking (Ooh, whoa)
She got that ass and I know what I'ma do with that
I'm blowing gas, see the smoke when I'ma do the dash
I'm popping tags, bitch, I act up when I scoop a bag
And it's a fact, all my pockets stuffed with stupid racks
And she get down, that is where the roof is at
I wear the crown, Prada belts and Gucci bags
She run around, got 'em hollering "Ooh, she bad!" (Uh)
I bring the hounds (Yeah), I let 'em loose you, do the math (Aye)
It's been a minute (Minute), now these niggas finished
BBG the squad (What!?), shit, you know I'm representing
Look at me, pushing P (Yeah) so you know I got no limit [(?)]
My pockets like my frame so you know I'm 'bout big business (Let's get it)
Cop the coupe, cut the roof, you can't get in it (Whoa, whoa)
All my moves hater proof, you niggas finished (Let's go)
'Cause they always talk big 'til we meet, fuck two rounds, we three-peat
Take no L's, can't be beat (Uh-uh, what), my squad BBG
Unless we hop up in the hooptie we go straight to the Moon (Yeah, yeah)
Sipping Goosie, bumping Tunechi, yeah, you know what we do (Yeah, yeah)
And I don't mind what level we be taking it to (Oh-oh)
Haters stick to you like leeches, I be shaking 'em loose
Shit, I be making the news, I'm all on (I'm all on)
Pop one, pop two, baby, it's all gone (It's all gone)
And she know I don't need no introduction (Whoa, whoa)
She hit me with seduction, we be fucking (Ooh, whoa)
She got that ass and I know what I'ma do with that
I'm blowing gas, see the smoke when I'ma do the dash
I'm popping tags, bitch, I act up when I scoop a bag
And it's a fact, all my pockets stuffed with stupid racks
And she get down, that is where the roof is at
I wear the crown, Prada belts and Gucci bags
She run around, got 'em hollering "Ooh, she bad!"
I bring the hounds, I let 'em loose you, do the math
Alright, uh-huh
She got that ass and I know what I'ma do with that
I'm blowing gas, see the smoke when I'ma do the dash
I'm popping tags, bitch, I act up when I scoop a bag
And it's a fact, all my pockets stuffed with stupid racks
And she get down, that is where the roof is at
I wear the crown, Prada belts and Gucci bags
She run around, got 'em hollering "Ooh, she bad!"
I bring the hounds, I let 'em loose you, do the math
Lil' shawty know my name, homie, we not the same
If you ain't with us then stay up out my lane (Oh-whoa)
You tryna throw me shade? I'm finna run up a check
You talking 'bout the money? You better come correct
I'm al-I'm always in my bag, I'm boutta come collect
I'm flying first class when I hop up in the jet
I say I want it all and I want nothing less
And I ain't ever running, homie, you are not a threat
Unless we hop up in the hooptie we go straight to the Moon (Yeah, yeah)
Sipping Goosie, bumping Tunechi, yeah, you know what we do (Yeah, yeah)
And I don't mind what level we be taking it to (Oh-oh)
Haters stick to you like leeches, I be shaking 'em loose
Shit, I be making the news, I'm all on (I'm all on)
Pop one, pop two, baby, it's all gone (It's all gone)
And she know I don't need no introduction (Whoa, whoa)
She hit me with seduction, we be fucking (Ooh, whoa)
She got that ass and I know what I'ma do with that
I'm blowing gas, see the smoke when I'ma do the dash
I'm popping tags, bitch, I act up when I scoop a bag
And it's a fact, all my pockets stuffed with stupid racks
And she get down, that is where the roof is at
I wear the crown, Prada belts and Gucci bags
She run around, got 'em hollering "Ooh, she bad!" (Uh)
I bring the hounds (Yeah), I let 'em loose you, do the math (Aye)
It's been a minute (Minute), now these niggas finished
BBG the squad (What!?), shit, you know I'm representing
Look at me, pushing P (Yeah) so you know I got no limit [(?)]
My pockets like my frame so you know I'm 'bout big business (Let's get it)
Cop the coupe, cut the roof, you can't get in it (Whoa, whoa)
All my moves hater proof, you niggas finished (Let's go)
'Cause they always talk big 'til we meet, fuck two rounds, we three-peat
Take no L's, can't be beat (Uh-uh, what), my squad BBG
Unless we hop up in the hooptie we go straight to the Moon (Yeah, yeah)
Sipping Goosie, bumping Tunechi, yeah, you know what we do (Yeah, yeah)
And I don't mind what level we be taking it to (Oh-oh)
Haters stick to you like leeches, I be shaking 'em loose
Shit, I be making the news, I'm all on (I'm all on)
Pop one, pop two, baby, it's all gone (It's all gone)
And she know I don't need no introduction (Whoa, whoa)
She hit me with seduction, we be fucking (Ooh, whoa)
She got that ass and I know what I'ma do with that
I'm blowing gas, see the smoke when I'ma do the dash
I'm popping tags, bitch, I act up when I scoop a bag
And it's a fact, all my pockets stuffed with stupid racks
And she get down, that is where the roof is at
I wear the crown, Prada belts and Gucci bags
She run around, got 'em hollering "Ooh, she bad!"
I bring the hounds, I let 'em loose you, do the math
