Lyrics Act Up - Duwap Kaine

Act Up

Yeah, we really like this, we don’t act tough
Runnin' from police, I’m doing the dash
The fuck niggas needed backup
Sippin' on drink everyday and I’m missin' the Act like:
«Where the Act, bruh?»
(Where is the Act?)
Shawty a city girl and she’s a pretty girl
We ain’t known her to act up
Ridin' 'round, I’m in LA
Nigga, smokin' now got the black truck (Smokin' on dope)
Smokin' on dope, I’m smacked bruh
You talk 'bout the gang, you get smacked bruh
And I get hoes like Quagmire
Been-Been fucked that, homie, she too expired
Watch out for twelve, they got them wires
I don’t need a bad hoe, that’s not required
I just need a bitch to vent to 'til she tired
I keep a stick, I ain’t Michael Myers
Runnin' from twelve and I fucked up them tires
Run from twelve, I ain’t gettin' tried (Ouu, whoa)
Fuckin' your hoe 'cause her pussy fire
Say I’m broke?
Man, your pants on fire
Real nigga, I am not a liar
Trap-Trap nigga, I am not the buyer
But I know that I’m a stoner
That nigga somethin' like Homer
Runnin' from twelve and I made it home
Fuck nigga, I got lotta homeruns
Twenty blunts to the fuckin' dome
Yeah nigga, I ain’t ever sober
Freak bitch say choke her
Chains on not chokers
They wearing that makeup, I call 'em The Joker
Game-Game face on like I’m playin' poker
Don’t Facebook, but you know that I poke her
I took her heart and she gon' need a donor
Broke nigga house suffer from closure
Real stuck like a mu’fuckin' poster
You a bitch, nothin' but a freeloader
In that Ghost, so you know I’ma ghost her
Yeah, we really like this, we don’t act tough
Runnin' from police, I’m doing the dash
The fuck niggas needed backup
Sippin' on drink everyday and I’m missin' the Act like:
«Where the Act, bruh?»
(Where is the Act?)
Shawty a city girl and she’s a pretty girl
We ain’t known her to act up
Ridin' 'round, I’m in LA
Nigga, smokin' now got the black truck (Smokin' on dope)
Smokin' on dope, I’m smacked bruh
You talk 'bout the gang, you get smacked bruh
And I get hoes like Quagmire
Been-Been fucked that, homie, she too expired
Watch out for twelve, they got them wires
I don’t need a bad hoe, that’s not required