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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Earl on the Beat
Earl on the Beat
Programming
JT
JT
Vocals
Yung Miami
Yung Miami
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jatavia Johnson
Jatavia Johnson
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Isaac Bynum
Isaac Bynum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Earl on the Beat
Earl on the Beat
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Gentuar Memishi
Gentuar Memishi
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Princston “Perfect Harmony” Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Salvador Majail
Salvador Majail
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat
[Verse 1]
Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a ****
Big Birkin bag, ho, five, six figures
Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger
Fuckin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass ****
Same group of bitches, ain't no adding to the picture
Drop a couple racks, watch this ass get bigger
Drinkin' on liquor, and I'm lookin' at your ****
If his money right, he can eat it like a Snicker
I ain't got time for you fake ass hoes
Talkin' all loud in them fake ass clothes
Fake ass shoes match that fake ass gold
I'm the realest bitch ever to you snake ass hoes
[Chorus]
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up
[Verse 2]
It's Yung Miami, and I came to run my sack up
Tired ass hoes on my page tryna track us
Brand new chain, City Girls goin' platinum
I keep a baby Glock, I ain't fightin' with no random, period
You bitches weak, is you serious?
I let him taste the pussy, now he actin' all delirious
Did the dash in the Rover like it's Fast and Furious
She see my number in his phone, now you actin' curious
He gon' buy me Gucci if I ask for it
He a classy **** rockin' Tom Ford
I bet your lil' sister wanna look like me
I bet your lil' brother wanna fuck on me
Hood bitch, good pussy, I ain't average
Um, he can't come around without that cabbage
Um, pop a pussy bitch quick, like a bubblegum
I ain't never worry, I just deal with it for fun
[Chorus]
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up
[Verse 3]
JT on the track, and you know I'm 'bout my paper
Pussy sweet, pussy tight, so he called it Lifesaver
If your ass a broke ****, hell nah, I can't date ya
If your ass a rich ****, I'ma fuck you till you ain't one!
If that **** a scammer, I turn into a dancer
I make it clap like he got the right answer
Sit on it with manners, get it harder than a hammer
He want a freak, pussy pink, breast cancer
Oh, you like big butts? Well, I like big bucks
I don't care about your chain, ****, or your big truck
Yeah, I know you gettin' it, but is you spendin' it?
Give a fuck what a **** got if he ain't givin' it
B-badass bitch, bad attitude
Nails done, hair done, ass too
Your baby daddy fuckin' me and suckin' me
He don't answer you, bitch, that's because of me
[Chorus]
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Act up, you can get snatched up
Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up
Written by: Caresha Brownlee, Isaac Earl Bynum, Jatavia Johnson, Miles Parks McCollum
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