Dnt know How Act (feat. Chicken George) - World Wide Fresh

I'm in the club Kush got it burnin' up I'm poppin' bottles 'n I'm fuckin' up the furniture I'm in the club DJ gon turn it up Got a flock of models 'N we fuckin' up the furniture All my niggas gettin' money (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) 30 dudes 'n we stuntin' (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) Got a whole lotta hoes (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) Yeah, my pockets all swollen (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) Hey, wipin' my pumps, poppin' that Dom, pardon melange Show stoppin', no flockin', I'm about to perform Wife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the storm I'm project, I'm ghetto, hood, better ring the alarm Cold flu, cause I just blew 30 off cash Blue with my swag, that's that Gucci duffle bag Goops coming through I got sparklers on the mag Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack Well cause I'm young gettin' money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac's I'm in the club with my King Johnny's them diamonds is black Shorty she lovin' my tattoos ingrained on my back Muggin' and thuggin' the trap crew we step like Da Brat Married the rubberbands, hustlin', hustlin' Got a squad gutter man, so we musclin', musclin' Security guard, touch the clan, then we, tusslin', tusslin' Tear apart, hit the fan, now they runnin' and duckin' I'm in the club Kush got it burnin' up I'm poppin' bottles 'n I'm fuckin' up the furniture I'm in the club DJ gon turn it up Got a flock of models 'N we fuckin' up the furniture All my niggas gettin' money (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) 30 dudes 'n we stuntin' (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) Got a whole lotta hoes (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) Yeah, my pockets all swollen (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) Hey, 20 bottles or better I'm comin' in the club and I'm standin' on ya on the tootise leather I gotta be fly, Kid Rock-in that derby with the feather That good in the sky, got the kush from Cali control the weather So hood, so hot, so what? Security wanna ban my record Some fools on this, open up on the Oprah Winfrey show is no pressure My crew full of dubs and we stunt like dollaz come with propellers Everybody gotta grub in my pockets, gettin' paper is pleasure Homie don't you f'n with heifers that square me up like checkers And I might undress her all just because my diamonds caress her Meet uncle fester, ballin', my shawties they hot as peppers Don't know how to act I got stack full of mice looking for cheddar Down for whatever, hey! I'm a donut nigga like glazed On a couch like this my stage Get money, don't get a nigga paid in Dade They probably see minimum wage My deal is Ace of Spades, but I still like grape Kool-Aid I ain't really got minutes, I party just like hooray! I'm in the club Kush got it burnin' up I'm poppin' bottles 'n I'm fuckin' up the furniture I'm in the club DJ gon turn it up Got a flock of models 'N we fuckin' up the furniture All my niggas gettin' money (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) 30 dudes 'n we stuntin' (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) Got a whole lotta hoes (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) Yeah, my pockets all swollen (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) (Don't know how to act) I'm in the club Kush got it burnin' up I'm poppin' bottles 'n I'm fuckin' up the furniture I'm in the club DJ gon turn it up Got a flock of models 'N we fuckin' up the furniture

Now you can check my roots They call me chicken George You want a piece of chicken? I'm a have to tax you for it 4.5 for the quarter And 9 for the half A whole thang and you'll get wanged If you don't know your math I need to hit these licks Before the chirping stops And if you need that fix Then maybe we can work something out I'll let you cut my grass Go ahead and wash my car And if you still ain't got enough Maybe you got some bar... Or A drank prescription Nigga I ain't tripping I'll pick you up tomorrow I'm at the clinic sipping Flipping chickens I make them perfect trades I even work with change Food stamps and money orders As long as I get paid Yeah I remember your face But I forget your name You ain't never seen me bitch I wholesale everything These hoes tell everything So I seldom fuk wit niggas I ain't got no bodyguards But I know some fucking killers So don't come fucking with us Unless you want them skittles See, I own a candy store Nah, I ain't no drug dealer Got that off Harlem nights I specialize in hardened white Put the work in a Malbrough lights box The majority of my customers or white Ain't that a reversal of fate Hit me on the hip and I'll meet you at the gate But I wouldn't have me waiting there long Take the money out your hand probably hit you in the face I didn't want to be disrespectful But hand-to-hand exchange is just too stressful Risky and so excessive I'm making chump change So I think I'll just go ... And flip some chickens Cuzz ... Yeah! I ain't working for Williams Chicken Popeyes or Timmy Chans I ain't working no 9 to 5, Nigga! I'm a need that right now cash Now that shit might not last But I'm willing to take a chance I'm a wait two weeks for paycheck? Boy get off the gas Plus I'm a have to walk So if I'm late then it ain't my fault And besides Nigga still gettin served You want Ketchup, pepper or salt? At least it ain't theft or assault Robbing muh fuccas tryin not to get caught Rather smoke a blunt Than to hit that short Clothes smellin like work Tryin to work that clocc Kunta kenta couldn't run No blocc Kizzy took tha cock And didn't do no trippin Master taught George everything That he knew Now every ni66a in the world tryin to flip these chickens

I just went up on the list, yeah Bitch, I went doubled my wrist (time) Lil' buddy smokin' on piss (don't lie) I'm fuckin' my money, blow a kiss (don't lie) I ain't have Percs all day, I, I gotta get 'em I know they took my wave, I gotta, I gotta split 'em Why would I tell you to get in this GLE Tonka then swerve? Yeah Why would I tell you to move these packs for me? No, don't lie Why would I tell you to move these stacks for me? You know why Why would I tell you to move these packs for me? No, don't lie I just get high, then I rev it out We take this shit to your mommy house I just get high, I don't map it out Bitch, I took the plane on a different route Pull up to the city, we knock out the show, we tellin' these pussies to move around I just got off the phone with Eliantte, told me check him, and then it's a 80 ball No, you can't fuck with the mob (okay, okay) No, you can't fuck with the god Seen your broke ass in your hometown, seen your ass workin' a job I hit the bank with any amount, I'm knowin' they pullin' it out (ooh, yeah) I'm tellin' you this shit ain't fine as it gets (yeah) I'm tellin' you this shit ain't fine, this shit ain't (yeah) I'm tellin' you don't waste my time, I tell it again (yeah) Yeah, I'm tellin' you I'm parked outside, it's harder to get (brr) Got a G63 on the coupe (brr) Got a Glock 23, the swoop (brr) He get jumped out, yeah, no rule (brr, yeah) It's a back order, baby, get loot (brr) Got twizz army, bitch, we got troops (yeah, brr) Feel like Toys "R" Us with coupes (brr) Got some Hi-Tech, red sittin' in my juice (brr) Super boy syrup, 'bout to get it, get loose (brr) I just went up on the list, yeah Bitch, I went doubled my wrist (time) Lil' buddy smokin' on piss (don't lie) I'm fuckin' my money, blow a kiss (don't lie) I ain't have Percs all day, I, I gotta get 'em I know they took my wave, I gotta, I gotta split 'em Why would I tell you to get in this GLE Tonka then swerve? Yeah Why would I tell you to move these packs for me? No, don't lie Why would I tell you to move these stacks for me? You know why Why would I tell you to move these packs for me? No, don't lie I had to bag back too, yeah, what's in the backpack, boo? Yeah Chanel, Number (N)ine on the group, yeah Pull up, I'm takin' the loot Bitch, I'm on the Percs, I been nodding off I can't feel nothin', I can't feel at all You gotta tell me somethin' if you tell it all You a snitch, yeah, you will tell the law Everything around me flawless, yeah Every diamond on me flawless I'm rich, I don't need dollars, yeah All my vibes really wallets They bitin' the swag lingo like piranhas Who said the demon really is a monster? You is not real, you is an imposter That pussy play dead like that bitch a possum (yeah) I don't feel nothin' at all, I just been vibed out Yeah, we don't fucks with law, yeah, we gon' slide out, yeah (skrrt) You a broke boy, don't get involved, you can't ride around (yeah) Most of y'all really be bitches, I can't fuck with y'all I just went up on the list, yeah Bitch, I went doubled my wrist (time) Lil' buddy smokin' on piss (don't lie) I'm fuckin' my money, blow a kiss (don't lie) I ain't have Percs all day, I, I gotta get 'em I know they took my wave, I gotta, I gotta split 'em Why would I tell you to get in this GLE Tonka then swerve? Yeah Why would I tell you to move these packs for me? No, don't lie Why would I tell you to move these stacks for me? You know why Why would I tell you to move these packs for me? No, don't lie No, don't lie

I don't know how I don't know where But we're gonna stay together Goodbye for now It isn't fair How long will you wait forever I don't know how I don't know where But we're gonna stay together Goodbye for now It isn't fair How long will you wait forever Forever I don't know how I don't know where But we're gonna stay together Goodbye for now It isn't fair How long will you wait forever Forever Forever Forever Forever

I saw her dancing at a funeral and that's where it starts ya In Asbury Park There's something absolutely beautiful about who you are, yeah A smile in the dark All my songs about you Heaven's lost without you Hey, you got my heart in a holster, babe I wanna live in your goddamn veins If that's okay, yeah The wide eyed tongue tied, three, four Hey, you got my heart in a holster, babe I wanna live in your goddamn veins If that's okay, yeah The wide eyed tongue tied, three, four Life has no meaning it's inherently a gift Find acceptance in absurdity in the meaninglessness Found a lady who's a little bit of crazy and the right amount amazing But still fit into this phrasing So, I say that All my songs about you Heaven's lost without you Hey, you got my heart in a holster, babe I wanna live in your goddamn veins If that's okay, yeah The wide eyed tongue tied, three, four Hey, you got my heart in a holster, babe I wanna live in your goddamn veins If that's okay, yeah The wide eyed tongue tied, three, four Hey, you got my heart in a holster, babe I wanna live in your goddamn veins If that's okay, yeah The wide eyed tongue tied, three, four Hey, you got my heart in a holster, babe I wanna live in your goddamn veins If that's okay, yeah The wide eyed tongue tied, three, four