Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Act Like You Know, artist - Joey Fatts. Date of issue: 26.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Act Like You Know |
| I built this shit up from the dirt |
| Tryna milk the game for what it’s worth |
| 'Member grinding when my stomach hurt |
| But I ain’t cry about it cause it could be worse |
| Forty in my baby momma purse |
| She gon bust if I can’t grab it first |
| Widebody tryna grab your curb |
| Gettin' head while a nigga swerve |
| You ain’t hood, boy you from the burbs |
| You ain’t trapping, you just good with words |
| Rapping ass nigga, acting ass nigga |
| Can’t believe you niggas got the nerve |
| I do this shit for the streets |
| And my G homies on lockdown |
| Lil Fatts come straight out the East |
| Look a lil bro, man he hot now |
| Used to have work in the Honda |
| But now I pull up on my niggas in drops now |
| Glock out like Hotel Rwanda |
| These niggas want problems, we walking with mops now |
| VVS' in my watch now |
| Young nigga worth a lot now |
| And my daughter come from guap now |
| child |
| I ain’t for none of the games, so miss me with all of that bullshit |
| I just stay in my lane, tryna dodge til you book me |
| Hit up your block with that flame, smoke anybody looking |
| I can careless about fame |
| Still in the kitchen cooking dope, nigga |
| Act like you know, nigga |
| These streets is cold, nigga |
| So I’m a cold nigga |
| Stackin' bread, duckin' feds, stayin' low, nigga |
| On they necks, demand respect, it’s cutthroat, nigga |
| Act like you know, nigga |
| Act like you know, nigga |
| These streets is cold, nigga |
| So I’m a cold nigga |
| Stackin' bread, duckin' feds, stayin' low, nigga |
| On they necks, demand respect, it’s cutthroat, nigga |
| Act like you know, nigga |
| 30i6 hit your ass from a scope |
| Always been a real nigga |
| Can’t tell you how it feel to be a hoe (nah) |
| And getting money now, but still the same nigga from before (yeah) |
| Didn’t know me, now these bitches out here acting like they know |
| Came from sleeping on floors |
| Now a young nigga packin' out shows (packin' out shows) |
| Through the pressure, boy I’m 10 toes |
| I’ma stay down, nigga can’t fold (no I can’t fold) |
| Really in the streets my nigga |
| Since Wallabee’s and Kango’s (since Kango’s) |
| Stay with my heat, I can’t go |
| I stay with my heat, I can’t go (no I can’t go) |
| Last year I caught a case |
| They tried to send me up the road (up the road) |
| Poppin' bottles of the Ace to celebrate a nigga home |
| Stackin' money out the way |
| If ain’t money leave me 'lone |
| Sellin' dope out a zone |
| I made a million off a phone |
| Classy new year |
| New Benz Coupe got a new gear |
| My bitch got a new ass and some new hair |
| But ain’t shit changed, nothin' new here |
| Say you don’t like a nigga, boy who cares |
| I’m gettin' bread by the loaf |
| Your bitch gon give me some throat |
| If you don’t know then act like you know |
| Act like you know, nigga |
| These streets is cold, nigga |
| So I’m a cold nigga |
| Stackin' bread, duckin' feds, stayin' low, nigga |
| On they necks, demand respect, it’s cutthroat, nigga |
| Act like you know, nigga |
| Act like you know, nigga |
| These streets is cold, nigga |
| So I’m a cold nigga |
| Stackin' bread, duckin' feds, stayin' low, nigga |
| On they necks, demand respect, it’s cutthroat, nigga |
| Act like you know, nigga |