ACTION ft. Wrld Tour Mafia Lyrics

Back off ah flight, I'm in the Stu with my niggas

Hoppin on this bitch, pass the wood right to jizzle

Rat niggas ain't no kin to me master splinter

Imma still take yo lil btc imma hit her

It's world tour, yea they cross states, them my hittas

You looking at my chain lil nigga don't get lit up

Ion even care for rap nigga im still scamming

I done did a lot of things, but was never trappin

If my life a movie then you know this shit is action

Product in the trunk so we sold it out the backend

Been runnin up made 15 thousand on the weekend

30 on my hip yea them bullets have u leakin

Bitch ain't get a call back so she got to tweakin

All my niggas makin plays all my niggas eatin

Fuckin on a foreign found out she European

Hellcats and trawk hawks swervin in a demon

Slae said he need a bow so I send it out

Designer on my body amiri jeans when i'm out

Rafa said dog shit on the floor dont count me out

Think you doin better lil niggas shut yo mouth

That backdoor ain't open have relle run in yo house

If that back door ain't open and we still run in yo house

Nigga

Aye

Aye

If I want it then I'm in there nigga Fuck your back door

We got scams, merch, an music movin if yo trap slow

And i do this shit for real what you niggas act for

If the cops Grab me, I don't know nothing act slow

Man i been had it and these niggas still cappin

And i'm still active if i want catch a package

My biggest saying thank you my line back slappin

I make her hit knees everytime Colin Kaepernick

I just got back from that road they like what happenin

I just got a say that it's a go now you gon package it

I keep a dirty sprite like pluto do this for my savages

I'm doin ten in every state you ain't never had those averages

One guy hit the road wit that fake he ain't never make it back

You ain't make no bands in so long that's why you bitch left you

Money man like erick dampier guarantee you he get the sack

Spent 500 on a hat that bitch don't even match

Niggas on the gram going tit for tat we hit yo hat

Nigga who you kill, who you foolin, you ain't even that

I just feed that bitch some perky dick and imma send her back

Toss her six make sure you leave that town before that charge back

I just touch down before i leave i need all racks

I'm still knee deep in the streets they think it's all rap

I tried to quit but you know the fiens they call back

They pressin up the P so i'm shoppin where the dog at

Nigga where the bows at

Nigga where yo load at

Throw this way we throwin back

Once we score no scoring back

I done hit her off the E now she attached

KY shoot like gee so when he shoots bitch you know it's wet