Don’t Know How To Act* lyrics

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[Intro]
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Always pourin' up that Act', and I don't know how to act (Na-na-na-na-na)
Run up on me, you get clapped (Oh, no)
Run up on me, you get clapped
b*tch, you don't know how to act
Pull up with my next, like we did in math class
Pull up with my next, I can't stop thinking 'bout my ex, yeah
Oh (Oh)

[Chorus]
Uh
Pull up with my next, but I'm f*cking on my ex, uh (Ex)
And I'm best dressed, with Givenchy on my chest (Chest)
Pull up, got a TEC, I'ma put it to your neck (Neck)
I'ma need what's on your neck, got your b*tch she giving neck (Neck)
Pull up to the trap, with my n*ggas in the back (Back)
And I got the strap, n*ggas don't know how to act, yeah (Act)
I'ma take his b*tch, give her back, that's a fact, uh
I'ma take his b*tch, but she don't know how to act
So I don't know how to act

[Verse 1]
Uh
Hop up in that steamer, and I don't know how to act, ah (Act)
I just got a beamer, and I don't know how to act, ah (Act)
Run up on me, that's okay, you know I got my MAC, ah (MAC)
n*ggas talking dumb, until I pull up with a mag, ah
Ksubi jeans sag, ah
Balmain boy, run up on me, got a bag, yeah (Bag)
Rich n*gga sh*t, ayy (Oh)
Rich n*gga b*tch, ayy (No)
n*ggas talking dumb, might get you offed quick (Quick)
Broski got a .40, that's a different story (Story)
You listen to me when I'm talking, that sh*t mandatory (Mandatory)
And all these n*ggas is my sons, I think I need Maury, ayy (Maury)
Run up that's okay, it get a little gory, ayy (Gory)
Pull up in that drop-top, with my next
I'm too busy flexing on my ex, to care about my next (About my next)
That just found out 'bout my ex, ayy (That just found out 'bout my ex)
[Chorus]
Uh
Pull up with my next, but I'm f*cking on my ex, uh (Ex)
And I'm best dressed, with Givenchy on my chest (Chest)
Pull up, got a TEC, I'ma put it to your neck (Neck)
I'ma need what's on your neck, got your b*tch she giving neck (Neck)
Pull up to the trap, with my n*ggas in the back (Back)
And I got the strap, n*ggas don't know how to act, yeah (Act)
I'ma take his b*tch, give her back, that's a fact, uh
I'ma take his b*tch, but she don't know how to act
So I don't know how to act

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm back, that's a fact, got your mom doing crack
I was whipping in the trap, so I don't know how to act (Act)
Balmain on my jeans, with the Raf Simmons matched (Matched)
And I got Goyard on my waist, it's a trap, uh (Trap)
I'm trapped in designer, coolin' in the trap, uh (Trap)
Glocky's at your linin', talking stupid, you'll get clapped (Clapped)
Make you run a lap, uh
I'ma shake up with my nig-...
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[Chorus]
Uh
Pull up with my next, but I'm f*cking on my ex, uh (Ex)
And I'm best dressed, with Givenchy on my chest (Chest)
Pull up, got a TEC, I'ma put it to your neck (Neck)
I'ma need what's on your neck, got your b*tch she giving neck (Neck)
Pull up to the trap, with my n*ggas in the back (Back)
And I got the strap, n*ggas don't know how to act, yeah (Act)
I'ma take his b*tch, give her back, that's a fact, uh
I'ma take his b*tch, but she don't know how to act
So I don't know how to act