Act Up lyrics

What the f*ck made you act up?
Always keep a choppa n*gga no I’m not a lacker
n*gga run up on me make a pus*y n*gga back up
And I’m spilling blood on his shirt just like some ketchup
All these n*ggas talking chew up on em like tobacco
And that n*gga talking b*tch I’m tryna get the guap
40 on my hip n*gga I'll pull up to yo bloc ay
These n*ggas thinking that it’s sweet but it's not ay
Pull up on a n*gga like a cherry you getting popped

pus*y boy really wanna f*ck with a n*gga like me ay
n*gga like me ay
I came from the mud boy you soft like ice cream ay
Pimple at yo head wait no that's my beam
Like wait shorty ain't wanna f*ck she must not like pleasure ay
Run up on a n*gga hit a n*gga wit berettas ay
And ima kill a n*gga i got a vendetta ay
Them n*ggas hittin on yo b*tch I hit it better ay

Too bad you n*ggas down bad ay
n*gga cannot get the money ay
n*ggas keep on laughing tell me what is funny
Got yo b*tches on my di*k and she gon bounce it like a bunny ay

Sorry n*gga wassup
Run up on a n*gga yea that n*gga f*ckin f*cked up
All these n*ggas talking yea them n*ggas getting stuck up
Ay wait n*ggas in they head them n*ggas stupid
Run up on me point an arrow at yo b*tch like I'm cupid
Typa n*gga I'm just running tryna get the loot ay
n*gga think he fast ay hit em wit the jukes ay
I won't f*ck yo b*tch cuz her pus*y too loose ay
Sipping on that faygo this is not juice ay

Run up on me and that choppa finna blast ‘ima go and get the money get the green I get the cash ay

n*ggas hella mad cuz they ain't up in they bag
f*cking on yo b*tch man you going out sad

What the f*ck made you act up?
Always keep a choppa n*gga no I’m not a lacker
n*gga run up on me make a pus*y n*gga back up
And I’m spilling blood on his shirt just like some ketchup
All these n*ggas talking chew up on em like tobacco
And that n*gga talking b*tch I’m tryna get the guap
40 on my hip n*gga'll pull up to yo bloc ay
These n*ggas thinking that it’s sweet but it's not ay
Pull up on a n*gga like a cherry you getting popped