Act Bad Lyrics

Heart so cold, I wonder why

But I'm still standin' tall

Put like eight slugs through that window

And now I'm speedin' off

Slide down with that wood, knock him out the frame

Like a picture on my wall

Had to slide, piece

Now we got them racks, we got them racks

Boy

I think I'm finna god damn

We gon' put dog ass in a pumpkin

Five star STS, come get jumped in

Bitch

Put a virus on his chase account

Now it's minus ten

Never catch me in a fishbowl

But I ride with FN

Dodgin' .223s

Got him lookin' like he tryna swim

Sparked the flame under me

The day I found a fire bin

Tell your bitch, play her roll

Before you get quilted, Morgan

One puff, of train wreck

Now I'm tiltin' orbit

You was cool back in the day

Bitch, you ain't still important

Way I'm sleepin' with that big bitch

Kinda feel like Norbit

If I see your bitch in the mall

She gon' stop and stare

Out here raisin' arms up like a volunteer

In the field, fuck the porch

I ain't poppa bear

Blackout with the .556s

I ah pop a bear

Watch a order get shipped out

I could drop a tear

Think I'm psychic, know a L-mans

I could spot it clear

Movin' somewhere out of state

In about a year

Jean fit with a black and mild

And you got a beer

Huh, man I hate yall

Hop out with the wood on the K

Finna spray logs

Fans sayin' my shit off the chain

Like a stray dog

Firebomb a fuck nigga Block

Wear the napalm

Ooh, shit

Boy, I think I'm finna act bad

Think I'm finna act bad

Think I'm finna

God damn

Ayy, shit

Bitch, I think I'm finna act bad

Think I'm finna act bad

I think I'm finna

God damn

Cap ass niggas fake kickin' it

Like Jus Tucker

Kisses from a 5-7

Bitch, ah get a bus puckered

Textin' bout this bitch, get gone

Boy, you must love it

Black and gray nine

With the drum under

Off-white

Bandana wrapped around the Glock

White girl cuz got that Hannah

If you tryna cop

I ain't doin' shit out in the open

Come inside and shop

Tryna cause a scene on his set

Gotta find a plot

Break that wood on his head

Like I'm Bo Jackson

Your phone drier than a bitch

Ain't got no action

3.5 in this bitch

It ain't no passin

Left us behind

Gon' be sick when we blow past them

Boy, the only fire you got

Is what you burn the hoes with

In the jungle

Either get a helmet

Or a dome hit

Cuz love cough syrup soda

He get colds quick

Fuck around and dump the K

Like my old bitch

Feel like slade

Finna teach my young nigga

Bout the robbin

In that water

Fuckin' round with Apple

You can call that Bobbin

Wood full of dosidos

Got my shit on cotton

He said, fuck the team

For a bitch

Man, he Dennis Rodman

Turn my Kyrie on

Tryna break the press

You gon' get your whole shit flipped

If you make a left

Shrimp boil straight

From Ocean Prime

Swear they make them best

So many shots

Ringing out

We gon' make them deaf

Ooh, yeah

And after that

I think I'm finna act bad

Think I'm finna act bad

Bitch, think I'm finna

Goddamn