Actin Crazy Lyrics

Damn, Gwala, you mix the hell out of this

Huh

Niggas actin' crazy till we slide on they bitch ass

I got all this money, spent the bag on my bitch ass

I got everything that you don't got and that's a big brag

We gon' take your life, you run it up, wrapped in a gift bag

I'm the gift and the curse, evil if I have to be

She only see good in my wrongs, guess that's a sight to see

Niggas say I got it, I don't got it yet

I see what they scared for

I shine in the land of these weirdos

Niggas call me bro, but we ain't kin folk

I'm just known to kick it like Ken doe

I've been this good since Nintendo's

You should watch us if we rollin' round with tinted windows

Highed up, we don't give a fuck about how this shit go

You livin' how we livin', you holdin' more than a pistol

Simple hand gestures, we'll have niggas come and get you

That's all for the love of Gooch, wherever I point they shoot

And we doin' drive-bys in fashion, Ruga shoot out the roof

Life ain't easy, but I can make it that

Niggas say it's smoke in the air, I ain't afraid to match

Ballin' like I'm ballin', surprise the Wizards ain't call me yet

My team in the front, but still carry DMV on my back

I know she a freak and ain't nothin' to put her on her back

I fuck her, you can love her

She just gave me her number

I'm fly, so I'm a buzz her

That's word to my mother

Ain't no patting' us, we the band, I brought the drum in

All for all, one for one

We just steppin' when we done

Ain't prepared and you just dumb

This shit pump just like a dump

They say I got cure for acne, that mean they gon' take a bump

Shit can get sad for these niggas

RuPaul, I see the man in these niggas

Grab the K and start draggin' these niggas

You can't ask Madden in real life

So go grab your cleats and come see what this field like

Whole lotta snakes, that's in the grass, they kill mice

Ain't shit to put a bag on your head, just tread light

I know I gotta make it in rap, the trap fillin' up

The police shoot your back if you run, so we eluding' them

Gotta make it home, that's on mob, I can't let my babies down

Street's ugly no matter the way they try to make it up

I told Brody how to go bake, now we just cakin' up

YB forever be gangin', ain't no replacin' us

Nigga, yeah

Niggas actin' crazy till we slidin' on they bitch ass

I got all this money, spent the bag on my bitch ass

I got everything that you ain't got and that's a big rack

Yeah, I'm the gift and the curse, evil if I have to be

I'm the gift and the curse, evil if I have to be

I'm the gift and the curse, evil if I have to be