You Mad (Lights Camera Action) lyrics

[Intro]
That be Maaly Raw
Yeah

[Chorus]
Gun on me, ooh
Lights, camera, action, yeah
Run up on me, get to blastin' (Fah, fah, fah)
Yeah, all you boys, y'all is actors (What?)
Yeah, all my b*tches, yeah, they actress (Yeah)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you-, what?)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just got my racks up, yeah (Got my what?)
Boy, you mad 'cause my racks up, yeah
Boy, you mad 'cause my racks up, yeah
Boy, you mad 'cause my racks up, yeah
Yeah, huh, stop it, bro (Stop it, bro)
Yeah, you know I got the semi-auto tucked (Ta-ta-ta-ta)
Yeah, you know I got the MAC on it, tucked
Yeah, tu-tu-tu-tu, I'm shootin' at you, better duck, yeah (Yeah)
Drivin' in a monster truck (Skrt), yeah
Run up on you, now that boy look stuck (Yeah), yeah
Shoot first, I'm on all types of drugs (What?), yeah, Xanax (What?)
What you thought this was? (Fah, fah), yeah
f*ck with the Bloods, you know I f*ck with them cuz (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look at your b*tch on my di*k tryna give me a hug (Ew, no)
Yeah, I know that little b*tch is a bug (Yeah), yeah
If she f*ck wit' you, you know that that b*tch is a scrub (Lil Uzi), yeah
What you thought this was? (Huh?)
b*tch ass n*ggas all on the internet, actin' like they is some thugs (What?), yeah
See you in person, act like you don't know what's up (f*ck you), yeah
I got my choppa, so n*gga, um, you know what's up (Doo-doo-doo), yeah
[Chorus]
Gun on me, ooh
Lights, camera, action, yeah
Run up on me, get to blastin' (Fah, fah, fah)
Yeah, all you boys, y'all is actors (What?)
Yeah, all my b*tches, yeah, they actress (Yeah)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you-, what?)

[Verse 2]
Money come, money go, money stay (So much money), ayy
Yeah, stack my chips like Frito-Lay (What?), yeah
Ayy, what the f*ck you gotta say? Yeah
Um, you b*tch n*ggas really gay (Gay, gay, gay, gay), yeah
Um, smack you n*ggas with a tray (Tray, tray, tray, yeah), yeah
Um, talkin' 'bout that, um, trey, eight, yeah (What? What? What? Yeah)
Yeah, I just got a MAC-11 (What?), yeah
I [?] to show that trey pound seven, ooh
Yeah, what that n*gga gon' do?
That n*gga, I'm gon' see him in Heaven (Yeah), yeah (He gon' die)
Why that boy wanna act like he tough but he not (What?)
Um, he's a lie, his b*tch all on my di*k, like, yeah (Yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah)
Told that b*tch hop off my di*k, slow down, ooh, yeah
Told that b*tch, I swear that this a ho down (Yeah), yeah
f*cked that b*tch so you know I was like "Ho down" (Like ho down), yeah
She sucked my di*k so now that bih' wanna go down (What? Ew), yeah
Ayy, told that b*tch to go down (No), yeah
Cause that b*tch f*ck with him, that is nasty (Yeah)
I done f*cked on Ashley
Ain't gon' say her name, who the one to blame? (What?), yeah
What's his name? Woulda'-, what's his name? (What?)
[Chorus]
Gun on me, ooh
Lights, camera, action, yeah (That be Maaly Raw)
Run up on me, get to blastin' (Fah, fah, fah)
Yeah, all you boys, y'all is actors (What?)
Yeah, all my b*tches, yeah, they actress (Yeah)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you-, what?)