ACT UP (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 "Oooh, 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 (Oooh, 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 "Oooh, 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 **** 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 **** 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 (Oooh, 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 "Oooh, she bad!"

I bring the hounds, I let 'em loose you, do the math