Yeah, turn the lights on Yeah, turn the lights on Yeah, turn the lights on Turn the lights on These hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up And these niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em And me, I don't be sweating 'em These hoes be acting up And these niggas be letting 'em I crushed them hoes, I never love them hoes And these niggas be sweating 'em Cause I run shit like Edgerrin Or better yet, like Rev and them And on the bottom of my sneaks they red, man And I ain't talking 'bout no damn Meth and them Stay Louboutin and I super grind VS stones, they super shine I pop the Perc, I get super high And I drill your bitch, root canal I rock Tom Ford, Concords And I shine on these dime whores This bitch done bought me a Rolex And I still ain't got no time for her These hoes be acting up These niggas be acting tough I'm in the Phantom, I'm backing up And I'm bust down, but I'm strapped as fuck So hold your horses, Polo horses Aston Martin, we roll in Royces Real niggas up in the building Them hoes choose us, ain't no more choices These hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up And these niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em And me, I don't be sweating 'em These hoes be acting up See, me, I don't practice much Gold albums from the word of mouth Gold bottles in the back of us These Jones be broke as fuck Too uptight, they won't open up She got her arms folded even on the phone I'm like, what the fuck is she here fo? These hoes be acting up These niggas keep wifing up Please homie, got me cracking up Never spent one more than a night with her These hoes be a fucking joke They'll never say a nigga didn't warn you though Cause you can hit my phone like four in the morning And I be like, hah, told you so These hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up And these niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em And me, I don't be sweating 'em These hoes be acting up Big bread we racking up Straight to the bank, cee-lo Cancel that bitch like Nino Ratchet ass ho, don't play with me Want to Kobe me, want to Humphrey me Want to Michael me, Russell me Take me to the bank and Tiger me Now these hoes be acting up These clothes ten stacks and up These cars 100 racks and up These drums 100 rounds and up Bitch, blow me like a trumpet Twenty thousand, all in hundreds Fuck it, money, money, money Money, money, money, ah! These hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up These hoes be acting up And these niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em These niggas be letting 'em And me, I don't be sweating 'em

OK Now girl why you playing like that? Always tryna act like a brat You gettin on my motherfuckin nerves But you girl; what I prefer Lay yo ass down I'm a give you that work Kissing on yo neck then I'm coming for the shirt Don't try to act now you on my turf Got her so wet that a nigga might surf (Wooh) Got her so wet that a nigga might surf Don't play around with it cause I know what it's worth This ain't nothing new girl I know what you like Wanna play, wanna fuss, wanna nag, wanna fight Every time you say I'm wrong but I know that I'm right You just wanna get it in, you just want me to bite All on yo neck, passionate sex Play with the pussy, girl keep that wet All that attitude you can keep that there, deep strokes from the back while I'm pulling on your hair I give her that dick when she acting up That's all she want when she acting up That's all she need when she acting up I'm a give you what you want when you acting up Girl don't try to play cause I know wassup She just want that dick when she acting up Don't try to play around, don't play around Don't play NOOO OK now girl I done laid that down Tell me what you gotta say now I see it in yo face that you cool That dick make her play by the rules If you act right you can get round 2 Sex gone have yo ass stuck like glue See I done gave yo ass a lil preview Yo ass already nuts Cashew But I ain't gone lie that's what dope dick do You done already heard from the song Like it from the front back side to side Do it She took it out and blew it You a freak I knew it Yes I had to pursue it I can't let it slip When she talking to much start running that mouth I just know she just want this tip So I give her that dick when she acting up That's all she want when she acting up That's all she need when she acting up I'm a give you what you want when you acting up Girl don't try to play cuz I know wassup She just want that dick when she acting up Don't try to play around, don't play around Don't play NOOO

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

Oh, my Whoa, whoa, whoa Uh, uh, uh Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh Took my time to get this shine, but I still skipped the line (on God) I realized the ho still on my mind, I guess the bitch divine (hello) And, yeah, I could do this shit myself, that's dead or alive (alive) And, yeah, you could care 'bout just yourself, if you pickin' sides (pickin' sides) Niggas thinkin' that they gang, they not even squad (squad, squad) Yeah, I told 'em, "If you gettin' played, then you played a part" Really I know I can't change my ways, you know who we are (who we are) Talkin' crazy, now he in the sky, told him, "Pick a star" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I made this shit look еasy, juice But it ain't easy, beliеve me, truth You know I'm droppin' 'em off, Bruce Give you a clue what I'm countin', blues Smokin' that leaf if it get loose My niggas drillin', we might as well truce (uh, uh, uh, uh) I hit the blunt just for a lil' boost Yeah, my new bitch, she Canadian Goose (oh, oh) I know you lose 'em, how you get 'em? I won't take your bitch (bitch) Yeah, I told 'em I make money, money don't make this shit (yeah) Change my life off being me, so why would I fake this shit? (Yeah) They try to take my flow, don't fuck with no plagiarists (at all) We could solve it, if that shit a problem (nah, for real) Nigga, I was gettin' guala, I said fuck a prom, uh (for real) I was rockin' BAPEs, when I seen y'all niggas rockin' Toms (for real) When you feel like this, no, you wouldn't even change your flaws Took my time to get this shine, but I still skipped the line (on God) I realized the ho still on my mind, I guess the bitch divine (hello) And, yeah, I could do this shit myself, that's dead or alive (alive) And, yeah, you could care 'bout just yourself, if you pickin' sides (pickin' sides) Niggas thinkin' that they gang, they not even squad (squad, squad) Yeah, I told 'em, "If you gettin' played, then you played a part" Really I know I can't change my ways, you know who we are (who we are) Talkin' crazy, now he in the sky, told him, "Pick a star" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)