Acting Up lyrics

[Intro]
(What up, Uce?)
Ayy, let me call you right back, I'm in the booth
Give me two seconds
Call Steve up
Alright
Yeah
Look, ayy

[Chorus]
See them hoes twerkin' in this b*tch, they be actin' up
See frowns all on n*ggas' face like they ain't have enough
Put a hand on me in this b*tch and they gon' bag you up
Always a n*gga in this b*tch that be actin' tough
Blowin' za, headed to Memphis, I did a turnaround
Nothin' but parolees and felons in my background
Lil' n*gga, make you backflip, ain't no back down
You takin' anything from me, look how that sound

[Verse 1]
I was eight, punchin' on them n*ggas on the playground (Yeah)
We can shoot it out, I've been waitin' any day now (Yeah)
Last n*gga, left him in the store with his face down
I went broke, had to take a trip on a Greyhound
Duckin' off all 'round this b*tch, it get tricky
They like, "Who the king of L.A.?" and I'm like, "Nipsey"
Baby popped a Perc and then she put on Pretty Ricky
Send her out of town for thirty days and I need fifty (Yeah)
I don't know them n*ggas, but I hear they tryna diss me (Nah)
I'ma shoot a n*gga in his back like he Ricky
Fifty rounds on me, tell a n*gga come get with me
Play that 2Pac in this b*tch and we get jiggy
Tried to knock me down last year, but they ain't hit me
Gotta pray to God 'cause I know that he was with me
Ignorin' all these b*tches in my DM like they miss me
You ain't entertainin', lil' b*tch, you ain't Missy
[Chorus]
See them hoes twerkin' in this b*tch, they be actin' up
See frowns all on n*ggas' face like they ain't have enough
Put a hand on me in this b*tch and they gon' bag you up
Always a n*gga in this b*tch that be actin' tough
Blowin' za, headed to Memphis, I did a turnaround
Nothin' but parolees and felons in my background
Lil' n*gga, make you backflip, ain't no back down
You takin' anything from me, look how that sound

[Verse 2]
Push-start, pulled off the lot, I dropped twenty (Huh?)
Ridin' 'round with a hundred rounds in the Bentley (Yeah)
Spent fifteen hundred on the sweater, it's Givenchy
Classy b*tch or a ghetto b*tch, I ain't picky
Wock' with vanilla, park my whip up at Joe's
I know you think they rap, lil' b*tch, they pimp hoes
Inspired when I seen them drug dealers in a Rolls
Like how the f*ck they spend all that money on them clothes?
Interested in murder, I was interested in gold
Tell me, why you f*ckin' with that n*gga and he told? (Huh?)
Oh you got a gun now? n*gga, think you bold?
Smash, hit the gas, and took journeys on the road
Six in my twenty ounce, she playin' with her nose
Straps in the set, they like, "n*gga, who you know?"
A n*gga 'round this b*tch, I go to court with my pole
Let off shots in this b*tch and everybody get low
[Chorus]
See them hoes twerkin' in this b*tch, they be actin' up
See frowns all on n*ggas' face like they ain't have enough
Put a hand on me in this b*tch and they gon' bag you up
Always a n*gga in this b*tch that be actin' tough
Blowin' za, headed to Memphis, I did a turnaround
Nothin' but parolees and felons in my background
Lil' n*gga, make you backflip, ain't no back down
You takin' anything from me, look how that sound