Actin' Dumb Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah, ayy

Actin' dumb for what?

I can't believe them niggas tried me with that weak-ass stunt

The same nigga's 'posed to be here 'round with different struts

All that shit that I had did and couldn't get a buck?

They wonder why I don't give a fuck

Gave my last like a hundred times in the past and still ain't learn from it

Normally I ain't trippin', Jun been havin' call him Joka Buffet

Stuck with all these warrants, member, back then when I ain't had nothin

Now I'm diggin' my head, seein' the dead still tryin' to clam somethin

Shut em up, when they open up the casket, bet you see pearls in it

Murder business, you do yours on the net, I know you not a menace

Recordin' hisself, yellin' at a phone, this nigga Netflixin

Damn near his own co defendent, I spent his bail on my new pendant

Niggas need me, I'm always there

That's cause I'm the realest, Out my time, the rest of y'all niggas square

Livin' fast and chasin' cash until it's droppin' from the air

And I only loved you for the moment, shawty, Nah we ain't no pair

Turn you, Bluetooth off, make way for me

Once you snake me, twice you play with me, I beat that third degree

Free my cuzzo out the feds, I shoulda been took that driver's seat

Can't put the blame on me, but shame on me for slackin

Bein' weak, I've been sick for weeks, but no one care, they worried about themselves

So I don't care about your cries, for help, better pick you up yourself

Been' high as hell off pills and shit, whole time whole time fuckin' up my wealth

I got black lungs, purple kidneys, fucked around, lost some health

Handle that shit yourself, real shit, that shit, nobody's left

It's lonely at that top, if you get up in that deep end, better grab yourself a mop

Joka Jun been on that money, I'm too addicted, I can't stop

I got 40 ball in my sock, now I got some more on top to stock

Red rum, blue bills, beige flag, ones teal, what you got?

Yeah, I'm too real to keep it chill or give a buck out to a thot

Yeah, I'm too real to keep it chill or give a buck out to a chooser

Niggas talkin' on computers, it got me worried about the future

I, I, I been drug abusin', hopin' I don't lose it

Play my, p-p-play my music when you want amusement

I'ma park that car and hop out with a drac, I might just use it

No, I will, I might smith a nigga, he talkin' on computers, on God

Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah

Smith a nigga, he talkin' on computers, on God

Yeah, J-O-K-A JUN, bitch, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah