Actin Tough (feat. BIG30) - Cootie

I'm off the dribble with this shit, pass the ball I won't fumble Black forces, black stick, we 'finna have a royal rumble They done let me in this bitch with two fours, my nigga eight I just sparked a four of za it's to the face, get out the way Man I thought I kicked the cup but sipped again, I suck at giving up Lace your kicks up, I'm 'finna see if u can knuckle up I'm belt to ass with these clown niggas cause they been acting up Poured a four of Quagen and started throwing up But so what, bitch I got my glock and yeah I'm heavy stepping In the function a hundred crips I count a hundred weapons Loose leafs, I add the blend and now the hits deadly Ran up fifty in my forces, I ain't wearing Giuseppe Only had the whip six months, how I crash the Lexus I just hit this white bitch I think her name Lexi No youngboy, I'm still out here flexing and stepping Pop the glocky out the stash man it's a deadly weapon (Aye) this bitch called me sassy because I'm picky with my drank I done shipped a hundred bows to over ten different states We double back on they block, skip up, and switch plates (aye) Slapped a nigga talking about the tris fake Eighteen-hundred for a pint, this real drank And where them one niggas at, I'm in they hood everyday I'm Jaayoch, what's half of that, that's 4oeRacks If I call my nigga Dev he pulling up, he got the Ak Man fuck that, if they pull up on this block they getting wacked This little bitch tried to pop it, I blocked the bitch like I'm Shaq (Cmon Cmon) My nigga four got the tris, where the double cups Nigga put that little strap down, we 'finna knuckle up Rossy in the studio, he ain't rapping, he got the smithy tucked And bitch I came with roadmoney Stupid bitch we about to live it up Coach put me in the game, I'm not passing I'm a trophy, I'm the one that's calling plays like John Madden They popped bro he still here, let's see who get the last laugh then But we ain't worried bout them niggas because they faggots Up the glocky to his dome and do him tragic If we catch a lunchbox we on his ass twin Me and 4oeski real trophies we not cappers I just threw this perk back and then blamped her Four just passed her now she screaming go faster I passed the bitch back to Och she throwing tantrums I should be a Bandhunta the way I'm gassing But bitch this LMR, I'm a pass to Beez he gone smash it I hate groupies, and I hate them little bitches that throw tantrums Told my bro to pass the Smith, I'm gone smack em

I just made a play and fuck around and broke a record What I made today I could of went and bought a Tesla Sliding with some steppers I can whip up magic make you poof with all the extra No, no, no, no pressure no you don't want no pressure The clip long like et cetera, et cetera, et cetera No, no, no, no pressure no you don't want no pressure The clip long like et cetera, et cetera, et cetera Yеa bitch Imma amazing Trap house open it's blazing Know I keep the strip on fyе Make the hoe sizzle like bacon We ain't doing no pump faking Imma have to cut on my wrist Ole lady jus got a new ass Imma have to cut on my bitch Ride thru the city with the light on nigga Hit the game got right on Know I'm in this bitch with the real ice Make dem folks think they got the light on Hellcat running cut the pipes on Got it suped up, bitch let's race Cops bet not cut the lights on Boy this hoe was made for a car chase Nigga gotta problem we straight now Gone clean it up like Ajax, real big pistol like awax Nigga gotta life I'll take that (boom) In the kitchen with mixing like stir fry Young nigga sell chickens like Popeyes Cootie always preaching that dope shit Come see the reverend get traptized I just made a play and fuck around and broke a record What I made today I could of went and bought a Tesla Sliding with some steppers I can whip up magic make you poof with all the extra No, no, no, no pressure no you don't want no pressure The clip long like et cetera, et cetera, et cetera No, no, no, no pressure no you don't want no pressure The clip long like et cetera, et cetera, et cetera

This shit way too fucking live I'm talking 4K The way I'm in my bag You'll think It had a doorway Mink rug at the spot got it for her knees And we ain't giving out no samples so don't try it, please Know I'm down hoe so when it's up That mean it's stuck I'm that nigga bitch juiced up fuck a cup Make the gang spin yo block like a burnout With no seat belt we gone crash fuck the turnout Blitz all I know is blitz show up with that stick Like my granny sent me out to get a switch He want smoke tell em puff on this Clout chasing get bag on his head I bet he get a million hits And I bet a bitch go platinum When I snatch em' pop up out the dark Wit spatula and smash em' Scoop the work and flip it Hit the switch and rip it Hard-headed imma brеak ya Ain't no way that you can fix it But on another note, I got this freaky girl That likе to link up in the cut We be fucking like a dog but don't anybody know but us Make her put my sack away she even put my guns up She just gave me all her taxes jus to pump my funds up (yea nigga) This shit way too fucking live I'm talking 4K The way I'm in my bag You'll think It had a doorway Mink rug at the spot got it for her knees And we ain't giving out no samples so don't try it, please Know I'm down hoe so when it's up That mean it's stuck I'm that nigga bitch juiced up fuck a cup Make the gang spin yo block like a burnout With no seat belt we gone crash fuck the turnout