Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Acting Weird, artist - Kodak Black.
Date of issue: 13.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Acting Weird |
I fell in love with my bih from the field, baby |
Said she from Miami, from the crib, baby |
Yeah, when the link up and they ask me questions |
You ever killed somebody before? |
(hahaha) |
I don’t play like that, you talkin' weird, baby |
Everybody 'round me actin' weird, baby |
I just want for you to keep it real, baby |
I ain’t let them know I had a mil, you crazy |
Dressin' like I’m poor, I’m rockin' Timbs on the daily |
All the record labels know the deals that I’m makin' |
Coulda bought a Wraith, I bought a silver Mercedes |
My head on a swivel, but your brain on the pavement |
Remember hittin' licks and how I never feed these babies |
Talkin' to myself 'cause I understand what I’m sayin' |
You ain’t finna trip me out my mind, no more, Satan |
You the reason that I’m Sniper Gang, and I’m shady |
Walk up in the studio, bitch recordin' 'cause I’m ready |
My bitch, she Dominican Republic, but I’m Haitian |
I ain’t quit the shufflin' in my feet, now I’m patient |
Momma, look at me, mom, look at me, I been changin' |
HBK, heartbreak kid, Heart Break Kodak |
Remember when I laid there on the counter, seen you naked |
Remember when I loved you, now I don’t care who see you naked now |
Remember when I loved you, now I don’t care who see you naked |
I came from the projects, Section 8, now I made it |
Shit ain’t never been the same, I wished I wasn’t famous |
But, Kodak, don’t you give up, don’t you quit like that lame did |
Don’t quit like them lames did |
Kodak, don’t you give up, don’t you quit like that wanksta |
Kodak, you better not go out like no lame 'cause you a gangster |
Everybody actin' like some hoes all a sudden |
Momma called me a dog, but I ain’t no hoe 'cause I ain’t buggin' |
In the field chasin' all my goals, I ain’t puntin' |
OG Kush got me with a odor, got me musky |
Promise everybody 'round me known me since a youngin' |
I be with my niggas they my brothers and my cousins |
She so goddamn freaky stuck a bean in her booty hole |
Money got me drunk, it got me peein' in the studio |
Sometimes I don’t know if I be goin' or I be comin' |
Crack a nigga head like Humpty Dumpty |
Everybody been actin' weird lately |
I just want for you to keep it real, baby |
I been had a couple mil, I ain’t never say shit |
I ain’t never say shit |
I’m codeine dreamin' in a spaceship |
All the pain motivatin' me to stay real |
Sound like a vulture cryin' in the glacier |
I’m hotheaded but my chain is |
I’m workin' like a slave still |
And I don’t need a Perky for the pain pill |
I was sixteen with permanent gold teeth |
Snatched 'em out and put diamonds in it |
Y’all got the same grill |
Everybody fuckin' everybody, we got the same girl |
And I be walkin' 'round here like this my dang world |
And I be walkin' 'round here like this my dang planet |
Think about my family, had to pop a Xanny |
Aye, I’m drinkin' liquor, tried to swallow my pride |
I hope my son ain’t gotta live like I |
Mm mm, mm mm |
Drinkin' tequila, smokin' sativa |
I done made it out the rain, I ain’t call FEMA |
My baby momma in a Range, took her out the Beam |
Ain’t never showed no love to me on Valen-Day-Tine |
I send words out through the grapevine |
Made it out the jungle like I’m godsend |
Swing with that vine like I’m Tarzan |
I pop a nigga top, don’t get your block spint |
I ain’t goin' out where I be god damnin' |
I ain’t do the jigga, I’m consumin' liquor |
My wrist frame Muller |
I don’t do |
Fuck a Bentley truck, smile with the Glizzy tucked |
In a pickup truck, now I’m smokin' |