Act Up/6'7* lyrics

[Chorus]
n*gga better go and get his racks up
Keep that ratchet on me, City Girls how we act up
In the club, Juice off that pack, bruh
Lookin' at me wrong, you gon get yo ass slapped up (Danny, I see you)
Ayy, damn bruh, chill, Daij relax, bruh
f*ck it I'm on tic, can't no pus*y n*ggas tax us, ayy
Walkin' through a n*gga mall with my MAC tucked
b*tch, my AR jammed, but I still got a back up

[Post-Chorus]
You n*ggas really all cap, where yo capper?
I stay 100, I ain't f*cking with these rappers
The Lambo' green and yellow, just like the Packers
Nah, keep that sh*t 100 trap blessed, I'm your pastor

[Verse 1]
Walkin' in yo party with them sticks on me
n*gga 6'7, you a b*tch, I'm yo big homie
n*gga hard as hell, damn boy them clips on me
n*gga talkin' out his neck, you ain't tough, boy you big phony
Rari got a lot of horse, no Pony
Give his ass a knuckle sandwich 'cause he touchin' my bologna, ayy
This a real big picture no Sony
I'ma stop showin' snippеts 'cause these n*ggas tryna clonе me
Damn, look at lil shawty with her ass out
Smokin' on Gelato til' I pass out
If you ain't got no money, boy you asked out
Pourin' up Pimp C n*gga, welcome to the trap house
I feel like Lil Sui, I'ma cash out
Off the Henny, see the opps I'ma blast out
We can't make too many moves this the last route
Why you goin' out sad? I made your main b*tch tap out
[Chorus]
n*gga better go and get his racks up
Keep that ratchet on me, City Girls how we act up
In the club, Juice off that pack, bruh
Lookin' at me wrong, you gon get yo ass slapped up
Ayy, damn bruh, chill, Daij relax, bruh
f*ck it I'm on tic, can't no pus*y n*ggas tax us, ayy
Walkin' through a n*gga mall with my MAC tucked
b*tch, my AR jammed, but I still got a back up

[Verse 2]
Man, b*tch stay the f*ck up out my business
They say talk is hella cheap and I'm a n*gga that like spinach
Yo b*tch on go and she ain't even need convincing
I just took her innocence and then I left her ass on pending
Moonwalk, got that draco, and that motherf*ckin' sh*t
And that motherf*cker standing there, and that motherf*cker lit
Big T's gon' pull up on his oppies with that motherf*ckin' stick
And you know DC on that blockie when that motherf*cker hit (Boom boom boom boom)
Yo sh*t, I'm finna float on some sh*t
Wrist frozen in this sh*t, I feel like Frozone in this sh*t
I just seen another opp, I'm tryna blowhole that b*tch
Yo n*gga so-so as sh*t, shawty loco as a b*tch
He was talkin' like he with it, yeah, get his wig split
Woulda thought I was a center, yeah, the way I send sh*t
Like how the f*ck he drop an M, but he never win sh*t
We never fold, Big 10, you n*ggas in the benches (Gang)
[Chorus]
n*gga better go and get his racks up
Keep that ratchet on me, City Girls how we act up
In the club, Juice off that pack, bruh
Lookin' at me wrong, you gon get yo ass slapped up
Ayy, damn bruh, chill, Daij relax, bruh
f*ck it I'm on tic, can't no pus*y n*ggas tax us, ayy
Walkin' through a n*gga mall with my MAC tucked
b*tch, my AR jammed, but I still got a back up

[Post-Chorus]
You n*ggas really all cap, where yo capper?
I stay 100, I ain't f*cking with these rappers
The Lambo' green and yellow, just like the Packers
Nah, keep that sh*t 100 trap blessed, I'm your pastor